Opals Of Night

I waken dreaming of roses in a cool blue gray world which sooths and calms, a land of echoes where life is a memory and vitality the story all around me. Soft stone and air so cool it glows. Lope-padding through water carved stone galleries whose grand resonance at my foot falls reverberates solely within me rippling in the same liquid satin fashion as a black hole.
Somewhere within me I know something awakes and there are dreams of hopes to come that cool my pain and ease my smile. Even as to many they would taste anathema.
Home, where I wander wither I will within and beyond worlds in that space in between where all lights dim, all shadows flair and all incarnations of creation collide shedding soft liquid sparks like the exhalation sigh of lips from Rose petals.

Riddle Me This

what do you call someone who comes into your house with a gun and separates you from your family? What would you do if a stranger entered your life with no respect or honesty and uses the threat of force to take your siblings, your baby sister away from you even though they've never been done any harm by anyone of your blood.
What would you do? what would you call this type of person?
who do you think this is?
I'm asking honestly, I want a response from anyone who reads this, message me or send a comment whatever I don't care, I simply what to hear from everyone what type of a person it is who would do this sort of thing to someone they don't even know.

Gray

For a hint look at the picture....