Life is like a dream:

Fleeting comes and goes.

Carried in its stream;

Tossed upon its flows;

We are taken far—

Far upon those ways,

To misty Avelar;

To flaming Eschar'Aese.

Life is like a flame:

Flick'ring roars then dies;

Runs wildly, never tame,

To that chill demise.

We slowly turn to ash,

The fire consumes us all;

Beneath that fiery lash,

We crumble, then fall.

Life is like the night:

Black while dark things grow;

Waiting for the light;

While the cold winds blow.

We mourn as bitter dark

Shuts as a yawning gate;

The night is bleak and stark,

In shadows black things grate.