As I saw my intent move forth,
of this I could realise:
what I wanted wasn't to move away,
but simply to disappear.
I don't want to live amongst the men,
suffering their customary evils,
that they should rob me of my justice,
or of their evilness become a partner.
I wanted to inhabit in the clouds,
to attend the dreams of the living,
to carve my name in macabre slabs,
to become a vague memory.