And so what now, dear heart?

The fire's gone, ended forever.

I don't remember

Where it all began.

Now I have to run, run,

But no more fun:

All shuffling noisy feet,

And no more magic,

And no more to think about.

The clutter is deep,

Doesn't sleep,

Is the poison to my head.

The wine is sick,

Only induces sleep.

Aw! Come on, I had better write

And let these lines seek

Nowhere chick!