Och så har vi till sist våran dikt.

Sonnet A
A gorgeous window in a house of frost
A place where you can rest in serenity
A place for those who feel that they're lost
A glass half-full with painful memory

Pair of fluffy clouds will now condense
In the past I hear a mournful cry
Love and hate never made much sense
In the end it's all a worthless lie

Death is gone and death is here again
One by one their wings will all ignite
Once again reveals forgotten pain
Like torches illuminate the cloudless night

With those of fallen there is no savior
To the force of God we are inferior.