for kali rose the little seorita in my life this one is just for you my sunshine and giggles on saturday mornings the sun rose and set , yet , death refused to obey his private tears he knew only the death of not possessing her so he sought solace in casting evil back to the abyss always his bloody tears following always the death of not possessing her iseo a ghost behind every corner , every tree , every thought peace eluded his heart as a mist sorrow his only companion calling him home , but he was already home calling him to her smile , but she was only a dream i will not forget you i will not forget us codex of gargoyles the angels fell to earth like burnt stones .