In to her golden locks watching her hair start to fall away in clumps leaving slowly rotting bare patches of bone underneath making the child scream in pain,the waste cassam of his
mouth slowly opening dagger rows of teeth gleaming in the moon light as he inhaled her broken soul ,turning from the empty husk not glancing back as her small form
collapsed in to dust no longer resembling a child but a pile of forgotten silver ash soon to disappear with her makers ,there house and the rest of the dead town....