I am a glimmering figure on the night streets.
The shadows cling to me, I, their master.
To the mortal eye, I'm an incandescent beauty
With flowing brown hair and radiant blue-grey eyes.
But for those of the walking Purgatory I'm an angel.
An angel with glossy black wings.
And it is of these that I take, and many more.
I show them a way, though not necessarily THE way.
I am Death on light wings. I come, I take, and I leave just as fast.
I am the Dream that takes them away from this Nightmare.
And I am the Night Mare who takes them away from their dreams.