"...why?"
A wispered voice in the night.
"Why?"
Golden eyes, shattered beyond repair.
"Please..."
Hair as red as the blood on her hands.
"Tell me."
The moon shines on the carnage before him.
"I'm sorry."
Rain starts to fall as he weeps for his child.
"I won't do it again."
A beautiful dress of white silk is stained with blood.
"I promise."
A sword on the ground.
"So please..."
A sleeping woman on the ground. Her final resting place.
"Please."
Shattered eyes look at the moon and he weeps harder at the sight.
"Help me."
A light in the darkness as clouds part from the sky.
A gasp as dark sand is pulled from her chest.
Shattered eyes widen and fill with tears as the sand is obsorbed by the bloody sword.
"Thank you..."
Eyes finally close as the small girl collapses onto the ground.
The moon weeps for his damaged daughter and wishes that he could have helped her sooner.
Yet what is done is done and there is no turning back.
The darkness has already won.