She stood slim and proud as some medieval witch princess against dawn.

People Die...
Beauty Fades...
Love Changes...
And You Will Always Be Alone

Hence, dear delusion, sweet enchantment hence! - Horace Smith and James Smith,

This is what I am talking about: the bewitching power of moonlight. Moonlight incites dark passions like a cold flame, making hearts burning with the intensity of phosphorus.

Nothing is wrong. It’s merely what you think is right and wrong that has you confused.

She is Trouble," Gabriel groaned. "And you know it."
"Nope, she's aggele mou."
"A devil's angel, maybe.