Moonskin

Enchained to a shadow of the pasthe walks the path of lifefollowing the same quest, like a ghostsilly lover, silly romance, how patheticconstant, permanent, disenchantmentShe will be called Moonskinand she will have the beauty of the marblehair dancing like flamesaround her snow-white shapeEnchained to the Venus spellhe left the reason behinddefiling the garden, forcing the passagegoing to the bottom, to steal the endto shake, to shake death