Warm heart stops and the life of one beloved, a daughter to a mother, thus ends.  Crying out the mother beseeches with her daughter, who can no longer see or hear the world about, not to leave her.  I am no Divine that might grant resurrection, it is only vengeance I can offer.  To those risen nightmares from nowhere dreams I promise this… despair in my shadow, for this night your death is mine.

S.K