Confession of a Dark Faerie
So many sins.
So many things scarred,
can never heal.
I abused my magic,
my knowledge,
my skill.
I was foolish.
I destroyed and I burned.
I scarred.
I could have gone many places—
anywhere but here,
this living death of regret and shame.
But the past cannot be changed.
I must push ahead,
praying for a better tomorrow.
Yet there is no hope.
No penance.
No redemption.
I am forever a creature of darkness.