Under the blazing flame,
I hope to find some peace.
In the middle of a storm,
I hope to rest in ease.
The wizard is out of tricks,
the magic all faded away.
A star is going to die,
no one is here to stay.
A hand may reach out to you,
grab you and carry far down.
Where rests a tree,
not green, not brown.
Sun is on the verge,
but will not rise.
The old man is out of breath,
not so old, not so wise.
A book lies on the firewood,
catching the cold as it fades.
Guess it was the last chapter,
A diamond in a heart of spades.