The Return Night calls of the owl and scurrying creatures Break misty silence and slivers of moonlit dusting Drawing down her spirit towards arches of stone To graveyard angels her peace entrusting. How she weeps on the cold ledge unyieldin...

This is a short story sound clip made for Gothic Novel Jam. It tells the last words of a convicted reaper who had shattered the balance between life and death, despite the anger and punishment of the gods. Hopefully you will enjoy.