"Come to Me" She whispers "For I hold the secret of life everlasting. My given name doesn't matters. For now you will know Me only as the Mistress of Death, A harbinger of lies and deceit, disease and despair. I have been known by many names, "The Unraveller of Life Threads, The Weaver of Confusion". Hand in hand I've walked with Death. I may come as the calm before the storm, or the storm itself. I can bend the elements at whim, and plant the seeds of The Master's thoughts in the minds of those that do not follow His path. I can be the tendrils of fear that awaken you from sleep, or the One that hovers over your child's cradle as it cries out in the night. At present, I choose to take this form...but there are Others. Others that slither over you in slumber. The spider that nests close by. I am the One that causes your heart to pound, your hands to shake, your eyes to grow wide in fear of the unknown. But soon, you will all know who I am, and bow before Me. Until then, I leave only these words... "Said the Cat unto the Mouse, When you're running I will hide. will follow oh so close and I will Trap you from Inside. You think you're Clever, little Mousey, and you can beat me wide and clear. But as you scamper far from reach I'll kill you with your Fear. I'll stalk you little Mouse and I will follow from behind. But whenever you look back It's me you'll never find. But I'm watching little Mousey and I know you feel me near. As you are running through the darkness, I alone can smell your fear. Now your heart is beating faster, your mind racing, going wild, Your blood is getting colder, I'll have you soon, My child. And now fear burns, sudden heat, you burst in fevered run. Darkness seeps, from lapse of faith, I pounce, Your life is done." Mistress of Death