Mune Alissander / Rider Of The Black Stallion ! 

Delicate uncaring hands, reaching, yearning yet never seeking . 
Sharp teeth, delicate bones, that snap under the weight of hunger.
 Blood red eyes and a frantic knicker, you saw it didn't you, yet it never came.
 White hair, mumbled words, yet everyone pays too much attention .
Sickness, your coughing up blood, as delicate feet skirt around it. 
Carnage and horror, yet beauty and peace Isn't it all so beautiful? 
Why don't you take a closer look.