A Fool's Doom

There's something,
​

Up there,
It slipped out the cracks of my lips,
I saw it,
From the corner of my eye,
It's not just in my head.

--***--

"I wish..."
What a dangerous statement.
You're humans, your opinions and views fluctuate constantly...
You don't know what you want.


And...
And even if you did you'd still all be fools.


I warned you.


All of you.


"Please, don't use me."


I told you beforehand didn't I?


"Everything has it's price!"


I warned you but you shut your ears.


I told you this would happen.


Now I'm stuck all alone in this place without you all.


It's been so long, I've even run out of ink.


It's OK though.


I found this red ink all over the walls and floor.


There seems to be some coming from me as well.


You should have listened.


Should have listened.


Should have listened.



Should have listened.



Listened.



Why didn't you just LISTEN!?

--***--

The group entered the small inn, the walls painted red and covered in pictures of various people.


They were on a trip around the various places of the world, there current stop somewhere within Europe.


The travel guide had left to check up on their broken van outside, but not before excitedly spewing out some old legend about the area.


"They say that if you write down a wish of yours in that guest book while saying it aloud, it'll come true! Ah, but... I obviously don't believe it. Heh, that's uh... that's for kids..."


And so he stepped out, leaving the group inside.​