One Last Thought.

Each morning I am awoken by her screams.
I know my turn is coming,
I just feel like letting go,
To take comfort in the darkness,
I have done to many sins,
I have shed too many tears,
My blood has been spilled.
One too many times,
I have lost against you father,
I am so sorry mother,
But the darkness seemed so welcoming...
Narcissa let the paper slip on her lifeless son. Her tears mixing with
his blood. She took the dagger "I'm coming little dragon" Were her last
word before the darkness overtook.