Falling, I chanced to look upon the dark heart of this city.

(Damn.) Two soldiers, silhouetted there. (No way anyone could survive that.)
(They'll want a body though.)
(Hell, you want to go down after him?)

I'm not dead. My arm trembles as I reach up to that circle of light.

(Hey,) They turn as the rest approach, (the King is dead!)

I'm not

(Hey, long live the King!)

No. My arm trembles
I won't let it end like this
I won't let it
won't

My fingers grasp – but it's too far. (Laughter)

I'll get you.

They laugh as the light above fades.

I'll get you.


Cover image: Abstract City, Nick Zuccarello