Like illusions or prophecies

Snatch a part of my mind

Gathered till eternity

For a moment or centuries

shimmering motions on the being

Said to be the slavery sea



Is it a pleasure to foresee?

Or the poison of ecstasy?

In essential harmony should it be

To gain the treasure of entity



Once again unfading dream

Creation of the good and bad

Crawling through a deep abyss

Mask of lies or babies cries

Carve confusion in the soul

Captured right before my eyes



The blackest moment of ancient era

Vanishing through sand of time

Adventure ends to a mystic path

Seems to be the touched prophecy