My name isn't important and neither is my face my words are all you need to hear.

I am the stealer of souls bitter or fragile or even rotten they are all the same to does not matter if you are sick or healthy or a man or woman you are all the same to me, it never accord to humans to stay away from the dark wood or not to go running around at night. My people are vicious and cruel not a soul is spared from the plane that humans call the darkwood. I am as old as time itself I was here when to oceans formed and the land took its shape ,but no I am not god I am not even human I am of an entirely different species. The time passes slowly of me and mine nothing was the same in the beginning it all change rapidly from the great hulking reptiles the ruled the world to man's greatest innovation, fire. The days grew ever shorter for my children as stupidity and arrogance had most of them killed with in the first few hundred years of their long lives, they knew nothing of the world and it greedy desire to swallow the weak and hunt the restless. The world was once a calm happy place where beasts of all kinds didn't have to worry about being killed or imprisoned because of some ones' ignorance. The day did come where man decided that he was the ruler of our happy world and set out to destroy what he had no knowledge about. The world had balance before where now its chaos and disaster. Today as I stand with the last remaining of my kind and watch the humans destroy the very world that brought them into existence. my kind was proud once, happy with our lives and our families, and who would have thought that for all the cunning and abilities we had that we would fall into a demise that would forever erase us from history, to be put in books and dismissed as folklore and fairytales . I now see the world differently, her beauty gone and her will to carry on fading every day, she is no proud mother but a sick, tired, waning spirit. As I fade from the light I wonder if I will be put into a book to be studied or will they remain ignorant to the great many wonders that my kind made happen. I reach for the eternal darkness that will hold me in her cold embrace for eternity, for she knows I am tired and restless in this world as. I look into the starry night sky one last time I smile, knowing that I will look upon this sky for the rest of eternity.