Of Shades and Wanton Winds

Aye, me
Dead for more than 3 thousand years
Placed on a rock, at the mercy
Of shades and wanton winds
A wand spectrum, a dim ghost
Shapeless in my vacuity...

Only the Spirit is life: an astral voyager
Anchored in an inexorable thought
"I am Dead, they buried me alive!"
My torment

I know to have lived, for no more than a day
For at the second day - Idolatry
They gave me an altar and a cult...
They say they glorify me
As if I were someone!
They said I was a God... and shrouded me!