The sight of fireflies soaring into the night beyond the windowframe still plays upon my mind. I shed a tear now, briefly she visited. My love, But briefly she went. The beauty of such creatures, to brighten the darkest of nights and then to fade away. Their flame no more. Short-lived, despite the brightness which shines amidst the gloom. Darkness, ultimately prevails. The perfect symbol for my flower.
I have exhausted my hand with my prisoner. It is better to die and be free than languish imprisoned. No matter how comfortable you might make it, a life where you will never see the light again is not worth living.
My captive, she is innocent I have long since decided. Having had many moons to brood upon it. Too innocent even to lie, No. She will never forgive me for killing her brother. That blade should not have struck him, it should have been reserved for the bastard who did it, and the bastard who did it alone. But I cannot change what happened. There's no going back. She cannot surface from that prison to tell her tale. She cannot be set free. I am sorry. I will set you free. By the only route now open to me. I have deliberated for too long, agonised. It has given me sleepless nights. But perhaps the Variag I recently became acquainted with again is right. Perhaps it is time I put aside thoughts of right and wrong.
Firefly I will call her, the bringer of my gift. Another of such creatures. She moved me to joy if not sadness as well. She must be unaware of how much I am moved this evening.
But it has given me pause for thought, moved me to write. Though now the Death-knell rings, I know what must be done. I am sorry for this, I never meant it to happen.
