The walls were closing around the Knight- his view was becoming shrouded from the enclosing walls, circulating around and disconnecting him from the outside world. He shrugged uncomfortably as he saw his fate before his eyes- becoming sharper with each move of the wall around him. His feet were glued to the ground, and his sword lay in pieces in the far off distance- the sight of which was slowly becoming harder to see as the walls were growing bigger and subsequently blocking the view. He looked around in hopes of finding help only to no avail. He saw a crowd of people outside of the walls, conversing with one another. It seemed as if the peasants of the town he grew up in and knew personally were having a good time- despite of what was about to become of him. He looked and looked, saw numerous amounts of people: friends, lovers, co-workers amidst the conversing crowds outside of the walls. His vision was growing darker, the walls were coming nearer and he sunk to his knees. He put his face in his hands and wept until all emotion left him- until his eyes could no longer see nor feel; until all liquid drained through his tear ducts. He was trapped and he knew that while his life ended, his friends, lovers and co-workers would be there to watch him cross the threshold of living and become nothing more than a tale told within childhood fairy-tales to come.