But evil things, in robes of sorrow,
Assailed the monarch’s high estate;
Ah, let us mourn!—for never morrow
Shall dawn upon him, desolate!
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Edgar Allan Poe
Are you in the mood for something dark? Perhaps a little twisted? Lift the latch with the links in the hallways and you’ll be there. Read one or both. The order doesn’t matter. It will all make sense in the end — or in the beginning. So will the titles. Alone they are one thing, together another. After all is said and all is read, the story is up to you — alone.
Oidhche Shamhna shona dhut!