The Nightmare Ends with Red
At first there was no color, only the flashing white of bone and the darkness of night shadows as he engaged in a deadly dance with a partner that could only have been conceived in some hellish nightmare.
There was no chance of victory, a sure promise of death in the smile that showed, literally, every tooth in his opponent's skull.
It was only when the glint of moonlight fell on a red-tinted blade and the ghostly dance of white bones on the canvas of night was replaced by flesh that he realized the nightmare had ended and reality reemerged.
