Skies cast in crimson,

icy rivers flow,

Through sloping valleys,

Of ever changing fields,

Of trees eternal,

Forever cast in light.

As seasons change,

old lives are ended,

New lives begun.

In the midst of a cobalt flame,

ever burning,

never dimming.

For when its embers scatter,

this world will be all but dust,

lost to the wind.

As dimming embers fall to ash,

it shall live on.

In memory.

And as ashes among the stars.

Flame immortal.

Nevermore.