Lighting corrupted the skies above. There sat a pale lover, whose eyes were as black as night. Along side him was a girl, a dying girl. One who was known as Eliza.
Her blond hair scattered along side her broken body. The stars twinkled like fallen tears in the night sky. And oh did those tears come!
"Eliza. Dear God, Eliza." These words were like a broken song, withered in the wind. His coarse hand felt her cold skin. All senses were numbed. This was no dream. How could this be a dream if these feelings were so real? That night became nightmare. Demons came up from under the floor, grasping the pale lover. His eyes grew dark and cold. Shadows formed under his eyes, grasping the darkness that was the night.
Parched, the pale lover liked the wound of his beloved. Licking his lips he smiled as though he had completely lost his mind, "I must bring her back. I must see my love's face again, smiling and happy. She was not meant to die this way. No, she was never meant to die. I must baffle death. I must bring her back to me. Oh my love, if only I could give you the world!"
But sadly, he knew not the art of resurrection. She was just an empty shell, a lifeless doll lying on the floor. Without her he was lost in circles. Without her his world meant nothing. Without her...
The world was no more then a hell.
"She shall live again." His words were soft, "I shall make my love live again. And together we shall become one again and my heart will sing sweet melodies again. And you," his head turned towards her, "will be my lovely wife again." The tears turned to madness as a new scheme fell into place.
Her resurrection meant life to her but it also meant life to him.
