before the dawn

do not stand at my grave and weep;

i am not there. i do not sleep

Afraid of the flames, the monsters throw stones and bits of broken-wall at the Alchemist as he bolts up the stairs. They try and trip him with debris aimed for his feet, but he evades. Screeching their hatred for both he and his fire, they swarm like an oppressive shadow-heavy cloud, following in the wake of his fiery footsteps.

do not stand at my grave and cry;

i am not there, i did not die

LONGNiGht