Blessing Poem by Shade Necro

Since i was 13 I've had Night terrors, some say thats why im such a great artist and a troubled person.

Death has two forms in my dreams one being the classic English form as a skeleton in a cloak and and scythe, crimson eyes in the pits of his skull.

the other is of a Beautiful brunet woman thats naked under a Dark Cyan colored cloak with a scyth made of bone, she is the epitome of Beauty but you know what the payment is for just a kiss.

normally we view life as a road we must travel, mines no different except that my sun has been stolen long ago leaveing me in eternal night and monsters in the woods. but death is basically telling Shade that she'll guide him through the paths and help him conquer what scares him untill the day he dies and be happy again.