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.