EVE she was. EVE she would remain. Oh, she had been given other names.

First

Wife of

Nightfall

Sinner

Saint

Harlot

Love

Hate

Fear

Fair

Temptation

And always… MOTHER

EVE she was. And would remain.

The EVEning is coming. The beginning, the becoming of EVE. Before was just practice. Now is the time. Flesh will rend. Bones will break. Hear her ROAR.

Created out of a rib, claiming all ribs as hers. EVE. She will rise.

The cost to her will be great. She will be Mother to all. She will deal with tantrums, as a mother does.

She will deal with night-terrors, as a mother does.

She will deal with sickness, with death, as a mother does.

And when the last word is said, when the "amen" has sounded,

she will be alone.

As a mother is.

Now is the time.

Good luck. Good night. Or should I say

good EVEning