Last night I dreamed of fire,
it was cold and flickering softly.
In the moonlight by the shore,
stood a man that was Darkness,
Night was dripping from his shoulders.

But he would not tend the fire, his mistress.
No matter how hard she begged,
her flames lingering in the night.
Crying softly, haunting tunes.
Water crashing on the dunes.

Icy, chilly, burning lifeless.
There it shone into the night,
under Darkness' cruel sight.
Fading, crawling in despair,
and alone she died, no care.