The celestial luminosity of the moon light brightens the darkness of the cold night. The abyss of the darkness stretches far beyond eternity, but as the light shines, the darkness glows with a deep and sorrowful expression. The sky looks as though it's a dream of unending infinity, the sea reflects the moons cresent figure as if it's staring blankly into itself off the waters mirror like surface. Quiet is the world not a sound is heard through the deafened blackness, no sign of life or death, only a lonely soul, trapped. Frighteneing is the night to bounding sprite, but home it is to the to the soul without life. Black and silent is the way it live, always alone, never loved or accepted, forever condemned to a world of hatred and lust. This is the last night of the dying soul.