The end is nigh.
This bright light,
This love which will not release its claws
Is blinding me.
I love her, but i want this to end.
Let it end, or lift me.
Release her claws and let me embrace the warmth.

Her glow is seen by many though.
It is sought after and although
I have the Ace, I,
I seem to have let it fall somewhere-
I must find it.
Dia, present this gem to me,
Let me love it.