There is a place where burning cards fall;
Like leaves of amber catching fire;
I’ve seen the shadows of those who were lost;
I’ve heard them ask for a way to be remembered.

Its like a dream from which I cannot awaken;
And my voice become less than a whisper;
When life comes to an end and eternal sleep begins;
Its in between heartbeats, in the blink of an eye.

But in a place where burning cards fall;
I will remember the ones lost and kiss them goodnight;
I will bid them good journey and I will see them no more;
But I’ll etch their faces lest they fade from my memory.

The beast was here all along…