Little lights,
that are far above my weary head.
They shine so bright that I can't see,
because I am blinded.

Dense treetops,
cover the sky above me.
Those lights have vanished,
I shiver as a cool breeze encompasses me.

Branches snap,
the sound echoes through the forest
Like a loud bell reverberates over the land.
Heavy snow falls from the trees above.

Icy paths,
test my center of gravity.
Can I stay on my feet? I must leave.
I can't move any faster or I will fall.

Darkest sky,
where are those little lights?
Black clouds cover the horizon,
and there is no telling where I am going.

Moving clouds,
separate to let me see,
the little lights that shine brightly,
and lead me through this night.

Little lights,
if I die
do me a favor,
and burn down this forest.

Chariots,
please just carry me
the rest of this distance,
because I can't walk anymore.

Sleepy mind,
don't black out now.
The chariot is right there,
just keep going.

Cold metal,
burns as I touch it.
But I drag myself onto it.
I need to make it out.

Closing eyes,
life flickering off.
The feel of cold snow blanketing my body.
There is no chariot to save me.

Little lights,
start to become fuzzy.
This forest must burn now.
For I will never exit.