A pile of coal.
A pile of diamonds.
A pile of copper.
A pile of gold.
All in four neat stacks.
They all come tumbling down.

The world flashes, my brain crashes.
Slowly, surely, I shall meet my demise.
However, I am not scared.
I will fight. I will stand. I will not give in.
Nothing is before me.

Dying in a small, secluded room
is not a way to go.
I begin to cry tears that are red.
It is all so painful, but then I see the light.

And that was the end.
It was all just a dream.