Ending

Don’t want to!
Screams the little boy
Rage dancing with tears

I see the two monsters
One born of fear
the other a true beast

They hold the boy
prevent and attack
Trying to end

The boy’s will
slowly dimming
A flickering candle

It goes OUT

It goes out
And like a tree
He falls

the arms of monsters
grab his body
and welcome him to Death

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