Literature
Fear
The rider drew closer to my murky domain
And as I peered, I saw his bold determination
No matter for his folly, thought I:
Soon his blood would run cold, and madness would strike
As I brooded upon this, he came nearer
The veil thickening around his stallion
I waited for him, the darkness wrapped around me like a cloak
I felt all things in the shifting mist, and I perceived all
Now the time was ripe;
Without warning, I swiftly launched myself upon him
I smote him right on his soul
And trickled into his horse's
As comprehension struck him
His horse reared, blood red terror in its eyes
My vicelike grip constricted, and though he st