You are looking at me wondering at my grief, thinking you know what I was and will never be. You walk this Earth not knowing what has been lost, confined in the cage of your ignorance, firm in your belief you hold supremacy over such as us, the last and the first of us. Think then on this, oh Stranger to the Light: one day you will look as I do now, howling at the confinement of your last moments. You will unlikely recall what you did here, now, to my kind and more, until in that last moment, as the light begins to fade, when the true meaning of sorrow will engulf you and carry you into oblivion. And then you will cease as have we. And there shall be none to mourn your passing.
- by @notumbo, May, 2015.