The night air was thick with mists. Gothic faeries danced under the light of the crecent moon that shone over the forgotten wood. A green pixie flittered over to the old tombstone that sat there. Only few of the etchings could be read on the ancient stone. The dates were curious, 1987 to Eternal life. Odd. Soon the little pixie flew away, not knowing the name on the marker. No one knew the girl lying in the moist earth, and no one mourned her death except for a lone red rose weeping tears of blood over her grave.