For now, all i can come up with is a poem 
 Awaiting Doom 
 One chapter at a time, 
 One page at a time. 
 page turning... doom nearing. 
 slow i may proceed, 
 my goal i shall reach. 
 In the darkest night you glow, 
 the Brightest day you perish 
 Dust you came, 
 Dust you shall return. 
 Starkey you bear, 
 lucky you wish. 
 autumn is gone, 
 your doom awaits. 
 The time is near, 
 for winter is here. 
 Starkey my dear 
 your days are numbered, 
 in pages i count.