the fire in the sky is extinguished blue waters no longer cry the dancing of trees has stopped the stream of freshness from cold winds exists no longer the rain has stopped to drip from the sky still dripping exists from the veins of a nearly dead boy once there was hatred once there was cold now there is only a dark stone tomb with an altar an altar which serves as a bed a bed of eternal sleep the dreams of the human in sleep are dreams of relief a gate out of hell into the void of death yet undisturbed the human sleeps and one day will the grave be unlocked and the soul must return to this world but this time as a lost forgotten sad spirit doomed to haunt endlessly2