FigLeafe

From across this grey land...

(Dead but dreaming)

(translate into English from my earlier work "Die Mitternachts Raben")
written by Tarek von Bergmann

The path through the mist and into the shadow

 Intro - Dead but Dreaming

he pale moonlight almost engulfs entirely the gloomy field. A few scattered raindrops reflecting the silver cold moonlight into the night.

The gentle gusting wind seems to transform the blades of grass into a vivid ocean with waves roaming across its surface. Somewhere high-up in the trees echoed the spine chilling cry of a lonely owl.

Jonathan is lying on this back and stares up into the murky night sky. Through the gaps of this fingers seeds slowly his very own warm and deep red blood. In vain he is pressing both his hands on the wound on his chest to slow down the bleeding. His attempt seemed sadly enough unsuccessful. Yes, of course he surely knew that the end was near. After all he had studied medicine long enough to know, that a human being with a chest wound like that, would most likely not survive the night. This very knowledge did not