in a pool of his own blood.
Two people try to help me.
One tries to kill me,
to end my pain.
The other tries to heal me,
to end my pain.
I can't recognize them,
but they seem so familiar.
After years of watching them try to help me,
I remember their names.
One has grey hair,
his name is Daryle.
The other has silver hair,
his name is Chaos.
Both wish for me to choose,
which one to help me.
I tell them both to leave.
They both try to help me,
both fail,
and leave me to my torment.
I wish for it to all end,
as the carrions feast on my flesh,
and I wish for the darkness to take me.
After hundreds years,
of this damned torment,
the darkness appears,
and whispers in my ear.
I have come to end your torment,
but you must do one thing for me.
I scream silently,
that I'd do anything,
and the darkness,
whispers back.
Tell me your name.
I look into the darkness,
trying to remember my name.
After another hundred years,
I whisper my true name to it.
The darkness shimmers
and fades away,
and it's spidery voice,
whispers back.
I shall ease your torment,
Zaadin.
The darkness comsumes me
and my pain finally ends.
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