Different things are happening,

I know it seems unreal,

but there's a fire at my fingertips,

and ice burns at my heels.

And I almost laugh.

The glow of the moon crumbles,

the sky turns darkest black,

and the glint that is the starlight,

In now under attack.

And I almost laugh.

The water runs as oil,

the leaves are touched with gray,

and a long night separates us,

from the hope that is the day.

And I almost laugh.

Because I know you'll never win.