The clamor in my hands was justified, like an earthquake was trying to break my hands apart from each other they shook me. Prayer filled my mind as I lisped and spit out the answers of the divine. Between dreams and life I gasped for air. Seeking reality I coughed up blood on my silver trim of my heavy coat. The snow turned deep red. Winter foxes sat at my sides seeking wisdom. Eyes heavy and boiling sweat rolled down from my forehead to my face. I heard the whispers in the light. So I unleashed the hole between my hands. That void with a thousand eyes, bloodshot. So it greedily looked at me. But, there it met my dagger made from the bones of Aleshka the white and most gentle whale to ever breath on this earth. The pale bone struck and gauged the monsters eyes. The spirits of gamblers and thieves seeped out from within the monster and to space they shot. Finding their own redemption.