Death (for 5.17.12)

He stares up at me from his chair. His snake-like eyes looked surprised. His face continually grows paler, making the handprint stand out.

I can hear the steady pound of feet as they run towards the tent.

I continue the song:

“One moment can define a man,

Or make a man its slave.”

They come closer. Then the footsteps stop. The tent flat is torn open, and three warriors step into the tent. One kneels down next to the Shadow, futilely trying to save him, but I know he is dead.

I begin to laugh uncontrollably. Am I going mad?