[ WP ] With the window broken , the white curtains danced with the wind , the red of it now growing ...

With the window broken, the white curtains danced with the wind, the red of it now growing as a slight tint, spreading to a ruby glow over the horizon. The sunrise blossomed slowly, inexorably, expanding with a fierce determination, relentlessly pushing back the mists that clawed over the land and mingled with the shadows of the night. 
 
 His fingers gripped the windowsill tightly, clenched fists bloodied and broken, skin cracked in places by shards of glass sharper than obsidian. The fine, nearly invisible rain that fell in torrents and blew in with the wind caused ripples in the cloth of the curtains, stinging cold against his face. His lips were dry, chapped and thin, open like twin fangs of a dragon, lacking of its celestial elegance. 
 
 `` And so it ends.'' A whisper, barely audible, lost in the wind. The wind, his only listener, the only one that would carry his words forever into the world that no longer was his to admire. His eyes cast upwards in a last despairing glance, noticing with a grim resolution the stars that quickly faded away in the coming light, the moon, a pallid shape of rugged faces pale against the crimson sky. His eyes gazed down, at the last of the roiling mists, struggling against the heat of the light. At the grass that seemed so green but were rotten in their core. At the plains he had known to be a sanctuary, but no longer. 
 
 And he heard, even as his hearing left him wholly, the cries of his brethen, the last of his kind. And he remembered, the eyes of his maiden, sparkling mint, her smile that promised salvation and temptation, her voice that had calmed his frayed nerves so many times before. 
 
 And as the thick oaken doors to the solitary room burst open, as the sea of steel and flames rushed in, he closed his eyes and jumped. 
 
 He could no longer see. No longer hear. No longer remember. But he felt the wind as it caressed him gently, whispering and echoing the last words he had ever thought to speak. And so it ends. *And so it ends. *
