Red Glory

They say your life ends at the moment you hear the rush of hooves within the night.

The sound of cascading heels, noises of horses and their heavy breathing- the wind stilling- the world stopping- and the silence that comes after. When the movement stops, so does your sphere ofliving.

And then, in a rush of tangible life- it comes crashing down.

Chaos always is inevitable after peace. It's never realized, but the two go hand in hand.

That night began like any other night. The ending always is what makes it different from the rest.