Where there is light, there is always a shadow close behind

Where there is a white cat, there is always a black cat close behind

Where there is a murder, there is always a body

With every blood stain is a red pool

With every glimmering eye of magic is a curse behind the eyes of the witches and warlocks

The leaves fall in a flurry of orange, red, and yellow but their colors fade and they rot into the ground

Almost like a deceased being, sadly rotting too, the last nail in the wooden coffin...

The blood moon shines like a star in a galaxy full of nebulas and stardust