" Here oft, when Evening sheds her twilight ray.
And gilds with fainter beam departing day.
With breathless gaze, and cheek with terror pale.
The lingering shepherd startles at the tale.
How, at deep midnight, by the moon's chill glance.
Unearthly forms prolong the viewless dance.
While on each whisp'ring breeze that murmurs by.
Killaraus busied fancy hears the hollow cry.
Read on if you Dare...
The Myth
Cas Rainier: The Unseen
