With a shuddering sigh the end came fast, the light was extinguished by shadows of the past. Wanting only to hold you close to me, a friend of my heart whose heart I see. You fell from my grasp, and slipped from my hand, the light has fled from this darkened land. The door has closed though I tried to fight, with self afflicted wounds and fists in the night. The Pattern is locked, my precious friend, you will move on while I face the end. No pain did I seek to vex your sweet heart, but in this damned play we each have our part. Just know that when I take my last breath, your smile I'll recall as I slip into death.