Bakrath

The Death Knell rang from the chamber's walls, I sat waiting in a pool of despair for my execution. A shot rang out,   my flesh braced for impact, It struck the poor fool to my right. He wavered,     gasping,     reeling in shock  and then collapsed. More shots rang like screams in the night, Striking and slaying those left to right. Until I was left, silent with cowardice. It was my turn to answer, too. He fired and it struck    my trembling flesh, I smiled and   cackled with my  final breath. Heaven and Hell has no place for me; Oblivion runs just as deep as  the memory.