WRAITHE

You always reminded me,
Of warm summer nights,
Standing on the shore,
Waiting for the stars to fall.

Silver moonlight in your hair,
Eyes that shimmer like jewels,
How often I've wondered,
How your blood might taste.

I will hold you now,
Even as I push you away,
For you are an angel,
And I have Fallen.

I cannot reveal my secrets,
Though you beg for explanation,
My Darling, you could not love me,
If you knew the dark curse I hide.

Daylight approaches and you cry,

For now it is that I take my leave,
Not before a kiss; sweet as crimson rain,
Heaven forbid it-- I have Fallen.

-Fallen,
Lotus Levian

A tall man, garbed in the black of the night. His face shone with an eerie ethrealness between the black of his cloak and the black of his hair. He is handsome, a face crafted by the hand of God; aristocratic and aquiline features highlighted by the subtle use of shadow. He bore with him a sword, its blade bright in the painted moonlight, and rivers of blood ran at his feet.

Wraithe, as this man calls himself, is Lily's left hand man. He is the general of her armies, first among her councilors, and some say her lover as well. How he joined her cause is unknown except to the two of them...and they aren't talking. What is known about him is that he is also a necromancer of some considerable power and an adept shapeshifter as well.