Mister Panderson

[Mister Panderson @Megapanda]

Fifteen seasons pass and the bodies are swallowed by the ground

[Mister Panderson @Megapanda]

Fourteen confident steps to exit the clearing

[Mister Panderson @Megapanda]

Thirteen breaths inhaled and slowly exhaled

[Mister Panderson @Megapanda]

Twelve seconds of silence spent in quiet contemplation

[Mister Panderson @Megapanda]

Eleven blood drops trickle from a blade held aloft

[Mister Panderson @Megapanda]

Ten words of power spoken with resounding force

[Mister Panderson @Megapanda]

Nine whispered strokes exchanged in quiet struggle

[Mister Panderson @Megapanda]

Eight blades drawn ringing through the night

[Mister Panderson @Megapanda]

Seven shadows emerge from the darkness

[Mister Panderson @Megapanda]

Six heartbeats pass and nothing happens

[Mister Panderson @Megapanda]

Five seconds later concealed from all sight

[Mister Panderson @Megapanda]

Four as we curl into a roll

[Mister Panderson @Megapanda]

Three with the hand to cushion the fall

[Mister Panderson @Megapanda]

Two feet landing silently on the ground

[Mister Panderson @Megapanda]

One Megapanda enters the world