• A swift wind you feel coming upon to chill
    You wait and watch...
    For the chill to be still.
    But though you wait and watch...
    The seas still stir, the wind still howls...
    Then the ground of sanity begins to split...
    You seek a feeling of sanity, but the whisper of comfort takes aback...

    A faint whisper is heard form the old tree..
    But the tree is chanting louder and louder...
    A chant of warning one could say.
    You cower in fear... Cringe away with terror...
    But the tree still is heard chanting...

    "Thy death shall be by Demons breath!
    Thy death shall be by Demons breath!
    To be ended is this paradox... your life."

    The crack in the earth widens and turns a red glow...
    The demon appears... more terrorfying than ever imagined.
    It speaks your name so clear, but yet so alien.
    Its blood stained hands reach for you...
    You scream out for help, but the area in which you stood is now blackened.
    All you see is the eyes of the demon and it reaching for you.
    It grabs you...slowly pulling you back towards it. Then the tree begins to chant once more...

    "Thy death shall be by Demons breath!
    Thy death shall be by Demons breath!
    To be ended is this paradox...your life."

    An apiphany is reached and you realize that death shall be brought not by time or age...
    But by vain or Demon...
    You take your last breath...inhale the breath of this Demon in vain to stop the torment.
    But torment it is...
    For now you listen to the heart beat slow and the paradox end.
    The butterfly of life no longer rests upon you.