He screamed 'have at you!'
And he ran towards the light
As you crouched,
Trembling in the corner

We all knew that he was wrong
But only you
Could have given us voice.

Only your thoughts were those that mattered
In the uncharted territory
He called a mind.

And so he wasn't stopped
And as you watched,
Your vision blurred by your tears.

You saw his soul tear in half
And his body crumble
As he was engulfed.

Your screams came too late.

There was no one there to tell him
That it wasn't what it seemed,
We were all blocked out
Of the intricate inner-workings of the puzzle,
Only you had the key.

I don't blame you for what happened to him,
It was his choice to begin with,
But I do so wish you could have spoken up,
Told him what he needed to hear.

He thought the light was this beautiful purity
Not the raging fire we knew it was.

It wasn't the burns that killed him,
Oh no,
It was the realisation
That it wasn't all perfect,

It was knowing
That the inherent evil he had always denied
Was real.

It was knowing
That we were right.

I don't blame you.
But he was our last light.
And we turned him into darkness.