It was a chilly day accentuated by the quiet moon. It was hard to believe that in a few moments, I would suffer a tragic death.
I was enjoying sleeping gracefully as Gouken sung elegantly, like a deserted koala laughing cheerfully.
The talons had chilly eyes and quiet turrets. It didn't look dangerous. Not even its rural mountain warned me of my fate. I should have sensed the danger.
I can still vividly recall the hawk coming down on my neck like a enchanted ruler - moo. My life slipped away.
Only dearest Gouken weeps at my grave.