Book: Storm. Page 2

So, like ghosts without flesh,
Ever melt away like smoke,
And clouds topped the mountains,
And proud palaces and temples,
And - Oh, yeah, the whole globe.
And these disembodied masks,
They are not a rack behind.
We are such stuff as,
What are our dreams. And there
All of our little life.

Hell is empty and all the devils are here
Hell is empty! All the devils flew here!
(Hell is empty. All the devils are here.)