'Endings' the moon bleeds as the lady dreams, and nothing is ever as it first seems a blackened disguise hides dangerous eyes, which speak only truths tho mistaken for lies a feeling of dread as she's spinning the web, binding the worlds of the living and dead touching and tasting and tearing her soul, thru fear lies freedom - the way to be whole... physical matter and ephemeral ghosts, dancing together as boarder and host whispers of longing, merging as one - the weaving deceases and life is begun...