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As darkness consumes the light

And the Dragon gives up the fight

He lays alone and wonders

What it was that caused his blunders



Perhaps if he didn't give out his trust

Then his hope would not be reduced to dust

All beings that he has befriended and aided

Their presence has swiftly faded



As his sorrow grows so does his rage

It allows him to break out of his cage

A path of destruction he will soon pave

Even he does not know it leads to his grave



The torrent of rain is sudden and unexpected

It quenches the fire by which he has been infected

He wakes up from his enraged trance

And surveys the damage caused in a quick glance



A sickening pain he feels at the thought

He cannot believe the suffering he has brought

The ones that have cared for him through thick and thin

Have all become victims of his mindless sin



Even though they have hurt him a great deal

His love for them grows, allows him to heal

It is said that a dragon's blood can mend the soul

But nothing can be done for a heart blacker than coal



He thinks to himself "I must set this right

If I do not the future of all will not be too bright

I cannot be allowed to roam this earth any longer"

At this statement the pressence of death looms even stronger



Skin is punctured, the deep red ink flows

An odious stench rapidly fills his nose

The ghoul with the sickle has come for him now

Time for the dragon to take his final bow



His final thought as he departes from the world:

"Just as my companions I have thrown and hurled

Into the swirling vortex of unimaginable doom

I now must follow suit and enter my tomb"