As the night dwells on, the darkness increases. Secrets of darkness dwell on the sick, twisted ways of the world. Every man for himself and spare no other.

As the night dwells on, the ugly head of Death rises. It's scaled, sleek, black body moves silently through the air. It's powerful, large, dark, feathery wings beat without a sound against the cool, sweet air of the night. The fire escapes it's large mouth. It's snake like tongue slides safely past the extremely sharp pointed teeth that line the rim of it's dangerous mouth.

As the night dwells on, the little people hide their heads from the ever so scary Death, as he glides high above. They secretly watch the smoke puff from his nose.

As the night dwells on, Death finds a victim. A man to prey on. A soul to claim as it's own. Death dives down towards the Man.

As the night dwells on, the Man sees the awful beast called Death diving down from the sky, to none other than him. He refuses to die. No way; not him. He will not give up his life, his soul, without a fight.

As the night dwells on, Death notices he picked a different Man this time. This Man is not like the others Death had killed so easily. This Man, why, he's picked up a sword. He swings it through the air, calling out to Death, wanting a fight. This Man is not scared, he's brave. This Man is not weak, he's strong. His eyes are fire red and burning with passion. The passion to live, the passion to fight; fight for his life.

As the night dwells on, Death and the Man fight. The Man is injured, but he doesn't give up. He grows weaker, just as Death wants. The fight is unfair, as any fight against Death is. Death is as strong as 15 men. He is no match to just one Man.

As the night dwells on, and all hope seems lost, the Man throws his sword with all his mind, body and soul deep into Death's dark heart. Death screams a horrid cry of pain, clutching the sword with one massive paw. A stream of fire flies from his mouth as he begins to fall. Death will not lose. He refuses to be beaten by a Man. He reaches out his dark coloured arm and drops his huge paw on the Man. The weight of the paw is enough to kill the Man, but just for a last thrill, Death pushes his long deadly claws into the Man small body. In the end, Death had gotten what he wanted. He had stolen the Man's soul, but he had lost his own and all the others he had stolen before.

As the night dwells on, every other man on earth learns what bravery is. They learn what it's like to want to live.

As the night dwells on, the Man is worshipped for being the first to stand up to Death. He came to be the first man to be mourned over. The first man to die and make others cry.

As the night dwells on, Death as won. He lost his soul, and the Man freed the other souls Death had stolen, but Death gained a new soul. The one that had belonged to the Man. Which is why Death is still around today.