falling through the air you wonder how can this be fair..? You were an angel! Rather the most deadliest,‘The Death Of Grace’.. sorcerers would go to you and ask for help, for your grave and for your sword, you sat on a throne/mountain of skulls, playing that siren like melodic flute,.. keep your eyes closed, you can’t open your eyes to ANYONE. Not even god, your creator. A fine tall white haired man covered in blood, you recognize him.. ah yes! You remember him. He crawls up the stairs panting