The power is breathtaking,
It creates a whirlwind of magic,
I see bodies fly past,
They're dead, it's tragic.
The power to change,
But not to swap
The power to create,
But not to stop.
What do you do,
When all is lost?
No one around,
And covered in frost?
A man said to me,
Nothing is what it seems,
And I wish it was not,
But this is just one of my many dreams.