The beast lay tired from it's own devices Drained by the many dark actions which became its own misfortunes. The creature long ago known as the Soul Reaver although once strong and menacing was now weak and afraid. Fear fillled it with the knowledge of its own undoing.
"Where did I go wrong?" The creature thought out loud.
The answer was swift and unforgiving as the creature heard the ringing of the Good Humor Ice Cream truck as it as passed by clearly in its memory.
"Fuck, I knew I should've picked any other flavor" It said.
"Anything but the blonde with the damn Rocky Road..." It continued.
The creature smiled briefly.
"She was poisonous...but so delicious!" It said.
It then lay still and promptly died with a smile.
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