(long sentences, but I'm rarely here these days, so forgive...wonderful creative work everyone, and no surprise given the level of talent) (hi wolf! sorry I've been gone a long time...)

Your face was swirling mists, your body a ragtag of ancient blood-stained tatters, and your aura a stinging icy wind, invisible in the night but turning me to chunks of frigid granite even 20 feet away. You wafted to me, gazed into me with infinite sadness, kissed me deeply, lingering for what felt like an eternity (I was breathless!), then walked away, gliding down the street to the first door you saw, where you cried, "trick or treat!" causing me to mutter (as I swore I never would since the day you left this earth), "even in death, my heartbreaking blue-white mist, you're still, and always will be, a freaking joker..."