“In the Mirrored Hall waited the masked man, wearing a friendly face.

It was a long night of grinning teeth, and empty smiles,

but now at last the moon revealed itself from its hidden place.

Confidently asking for one last dance,

she offered a bloody hand not yet torn,

in turn rewarded by two gloved hands.

One gripped death concealed and in the open palm of the other;


-“March of the Black Witch part IV” Lyran dif Accord, Demimonde of fallen Tunnelon.