The Disgrace Of A Final Illusion
The disgrace of a final illusion when the whisper of the wind shakes the slumbering soul
With no possibility of redemption and no chance of return
The darkness of the void conceals a hidden truth
A vile disdain for guileless oblivion is intertwined with ambitious wisdom whose vanity fades away in the ethereal
Nothing is lost once every trace of memory is completely erased
Silent and invisible is the world of the imaginations and dreams
The realm of the lost souls is entangled in a labyrinth of fantasies
Where chimaeras become the fatal snares of forsaken souls.
Esther Elizabeth Racah