[ IP ] The Knight with no name

The blood dries in the sand. 
 `` *I was n't that bad a guy was I*?'' 
 `` *I mean I know I was n't perfect, but do I deserve this*?'' 
 `` *I ca n't believe that he did this to me... over her. *Everybody knows that that's how ya' treat the girls in the Sand Cities*. *They do n't got no feelings*. *They are just sluts and whores*...'' 
 The dying man coughs up thick tar filled blood, from years of inhaling smoke in the saloons and whorehouses. 
 `` *He fuckin' killed me, he ***fucking** killed me*! *Yeah maybe I was getting a little rough with her, but she deserved it*. *I could see it in her eyes, the judgement, the disgust, the repulsion*. *I just wanted her to respect me, and I wanted that respect to shine through her eyes*.'' 
 To the eagle soaring above the dying man was simply a white dot in the middle of an ever growing circle of scarlet. 
 `` *I looked straight into his face as he ran me through with his sword*.'' 
 `` *I asked him his name, all I got for a reply was silence*. *I did n't even know his name*. 
 `` *I did n't even know his*...'' 
 The eagle cries, following the faint trail of smoke and footsteps in the sand. 
 

