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It is too late.
There is blood dripping from the table
mingling with the wax created by now extinguished flame.
The bleached white bones of the one you were trying to save
Lie on the table in shattered pieces.
The moon glowed in full outside the cabin window
and all was completely still.
You exit the abandoned cabin
Leaving bloody footprints in the snow.
The wooden stake in your hand grows hot
with fury
and guilt
and you curse yourself for not keeping
a closer eye on your sister.
It is too late.
The sacrifice is made.
The end times have begun.