The world goes quiet and warm.I am dying, he thinks, I have failed and there will be nothing left, nothing but ash and hungering darkness.Something within him dims, fluttering to nothing like a flame fading to cold embers.He tries to raise his sword.He is falling…He was…… running the ashes of a dead world through his fingers.
John  French
40k, darkness, death, space-marines, warhammer-40k