One year later, still traumatized by her ghastly screams. He tastes and smells her burning flesh in his most sickening, hypnotic dreams. These illusions seemed so damn real. What a nightmare ordeal! My lady''s corpse was never found within the remains. Even her skeleton dissolved. There was no proper burial day. What a shame that heavenly beauty could not stay. And something devilish stayed to play. Corpse, corpse.. His name was Manfred, his father was a German count. Depression his companion until his pounded, cold corpse shall be found. Depression! Now he is suffering a severe from of psychosis. Corpse in a nebulous creek. I saw something white dwell through the woods like a macabre dead bride. Trembling with fear, still cannot believe that like a false dog it kept staring at me. Corpse, corpse.. Seriously considering suicide. Shall I drink the poison, cut my wrists or hang myself high tonight? He made a choice and took a ride along the farthest trees and then, when they jumped a misty creek, he fell and broke his neck. Was he insane? No! She came back and pushed him, so sad.. Broke his neck. Horse shot dead. Broke his neck. Now he''s dead!