Sacrifice

Swirling, pulsing, and throbbing through air came a cloud, not quite black, above my bed, not closing my eyes and watching in fear, Death would be easy but the cloud was my dread. Looking closer, I viewed a darkening black spot two thirds of the way down the visage's form. It grew, spun, shrunk as though it were hot. My head seemed electric as though in a storm. I jumped from the bed wanting a fight. The cloud backed away, I thought setting me free. I grabbed at its shoulders holding on tight, Saying Death take no one, but take only me. I kicked the spot with best martial art, thus causing the form to fold with a cry. We tumbled to hell, there never to part. I sacrificed life, and in hell I would die.