and none will shed a tear for the love no longer here

for @crimson fury or perhaps gunnar?

She kept moving -- she had awaited night's descent and when it came she fluttered into the darkness like a specter unleashed -- fierce yellow eyes as round and illuminant as the distant moon.

Now her hunger could be ignored no longer -- it overtook her in the manner of a accursed shade, raw and feral. Slithering forwards in the bent tussocks where the snow sheathed her approach the wretch planted herself downwards, crawling on her stomach. Out in the fen a singular doe, irradiated by moonlight, grazed quiet.