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The Last Song of the Damned



Alone….never ending loneliness….they come, they go, but never say a word to me…so alone. No Qwin to comfort, no Daltan to hold me. The darkness cloys at me, its fingers wrapping me in a sickly embrace as I grasp at the little sliver of light above me. That light is my comfort…the one thing that reminds me of the world outside where colour and space and love dance together, always there, always out of my reach. Whispers wander down from above me. I hear Aedia and Tygus…I do not want to hear them…their talk of evil...their…no I certainly do not wish to hear THAT. Threats! Always threatening! My poor Qwin! Never come to me! Never suffer what I have suffered. Stay away! So alone...
 
Drip…drip…drip….do they know that there is a leak in their roof? Must be raining outside. The world continues but I am not a part of it! I want space. Space. To run around in the rain. I can’t breathe. I can’t stand. I can’t stretch my legs out. My head hurts. They feed me so little. What little I have eaten I have vomited back up again. The world is spinning around. I just want space. Freedom in the wide world where I can dance and sing once more. 
 
They say I am to meet my doom. I hope it is to be soon. I cannot contain the fear which grips my soul. Death would be a pure mercy…a blessed relief. At least with my death I shall know for sure that none shall ever be harmed in my name again. Alone…never ending loneliness…death shall be my final companion. Sweet oblivion claim me now and take me from this small space that I may breathe once more in your embrace…