It wasn’t the last night the knight had fallen asleep knowingly of his brutal actions. Killing his sagacious enemies , decapitating their heads with one nifty slice of his arthurian long sword. Sparkling blood splattered over his hands as their dead corpses falled, one by one; their last bow to the champion who conquered their souls. It wasn’t until that unanimous night, that the knight lived unknowingly of who Death was. Death made its appearance in his room, however the knight was sleeping. Dreaming a dream about Death and his hazardous exploits and feats, reminiscing about the innocence that was lost due to his very own actions. submerging in woe, because this wasn’t his choice. Death approached the bed the knight was laying on, deep in dreaming. Distilling light, Death was like nothing that was represented or described before. A good thing is that Death was pretty much indescribable that very unwholly night. The knight, remained sleeping, and he was a charm to the eyes, almost hypnotizing. Death stared unwittingly for longer than it could remember for. The scene made the knight look candid, almost naïve and blameless for the horrors he has caused. Death saw life in the knight, and the very same death he caused along the kingdom. The blood in his hand had coagulated and it was unbearably cold, but it wasn’t an impediment for the knight to sleep unknowingly of his fate. Death walked closer towards the knight, and the knight continued dreaming his dream, perceiving Death clearer. The knight held Death aloft to inspect it closer, he saw, under the traslucent glowing veil, two shining eyes. Eyes that looked right back at him. The knight looked back, and tried to figure out something more aside the eyes of Death, but couldn’t notice nothing more. He suddenly felt the most intense feeling of affliction he ever felt. He noticed Death’s eyes were shedding tears. And Death, seeing the knight sleeping, held him aloft to inspect him closer. And it saw the knight’s dream. A dream that Death never knew of before. Death, baffled and confused, put the knight back down, laying in his bed. And Death saw the knight’s tears. Tears that Death caused him. There was no moon that unanimous night, and not a single one ever rested its moonlight upon the knight and the Death nevermore.