Mune Lysander  : Famine . Rider Of The Black Horse . 



Sightless child , frightened boy , what is it you see ? 
Hands grasp in futile hope as memories slip away , a black horse plush your only solace, a power unchecked , running rampant twining within fear . Hell fire held within a white gaze , this is heavens retribution ! Insanity encroaching , dont you know who you are ? Hunger , frustration , and longing pull at tender flesh , ripping it away until a shell remains . The only thing that remains .