Drawing in first breath to subdue the light and encourage the shroud of night, a torch of unknown source or reason is seen in the distance floating as if upon the mist of the moors. The moon it is not, but the glow of a Banshee traveling towards a resting village nestled in the cool of midnight. Tonight a soul is to pass from all that is known to a world filled with ill-defined shadow-like mysteries. A place we all will visit in due time. For whom is this the night to be guided by the light that shows the path through a world we know only to abandoned those who follow into darkness upon reaching the eternal gathering? The glow... it grows brighter as it nears, for it is I and tonight I am to ride by the torch of the Banshee.
