"All is dark in cold arms lie

Gaze to you an empty eye

Fingers laced for our descending

Beckon you come share my ending

No, the heat comes not from shame

You must, my love, take faith in flames"

The graveyard awaits in rising mists while swirling leaves whisper secrets to the dark. Eyes, unblinking, gaze out from under coffin lids, black tongues roving over rotted lips. Something lurks in dusty corners gently rocking and chanting your name, hungrily.

Light a candle, clutch your crucifix, and come inside.

Meet me in the flames to explore fear in its most fluid form.