It’s coming…

“It’s coming…It’s coming..” mutters the dirty and rags wearing man. He rocks back and forth …as he sits on the roof of the old mist filled building. …” The moon shadow shall eat the sun…..eat the sun.” He laughs madly….and begins to pull pieces of his long dirty hair out and makes what appears to be a long tangled rope. Nearby another bum rambles over to him …hitting him on the head. ” Stup…fool…we has no sun here…has not seen it …have ya….? ” As the man falls over he checks the unconsious man’s pockets… inside he finds crumpled papers… a piece of a eye-glass…. he mutters as he leaves the man bleeding: “Moon shadows eating the sun my arse… we have no sun…poor bastard…I did him a favor putting him out of his misery.”