KWK 82
“Thought held by heart of stone,
The Fortress of the mind
Shall not be overthrown,
Until the hour of decision.
Marked by crimson eyes,
That desperate desire,
What horror beckons
The cry of the shrike?
A midnight presence,
The taste of fear,
It knows you so,
The howl of despair”
– Madness reign
Bigger they come the harder they fall. Her end is neigh.