The farmer's body lays dead in her arms as she looks down at the look of shear horror forever painted upon his face. She laughs as she drops him, the laughter filling the entire room. She was going insance..this was all a dream..it had to be. But then she saw him. A figure dressed in a black velvet robe, his long silver hair flowing to the stone ground. His face was the most handsom face she had ever beheld, she gasped. He held his arms out to her, a smile upon his blood red lips. As he spoke she noticed his voice was musical and no longer ful of threat. "Come to me, my new bride."
