A garden high walls

 

That night I walked,

 

Guided by a black angel

 

That everywhere put me through. 

 

In this high-walled garden

 

That light entering prevented,

 

It was cold, dead, dark …

 

Wherever could look. 

 

Dead flowers on the floor,

 

Fragrance of withered roses in the air …

 

Death was very present there

 

There was more life in that place. 

 

In his long, dark corridors

 

I noticed when walking …

 

That even the powerful Chimera

 

Could get inside. 

 

Figures faceless, heartless bodies

 

Home of the damned to eternity

 

To live without life

 

Die in vain 

 

Where I found this garden, so full of desolation

 

The answer caused me dismay, despair, frustration

 

I realized that the Garden of Dead Souls

 

It was in my heart.