The Tragic Death of A Hero... Perhaps

My death looms in the eyes of the devil himself. This snake has to be one or two feet long. Monstrous from the view of this poor little mouse, hiding here on the ground. I can see his sharp, long fangs, filled with the venom that was to be my demise. I can feel his slick, slimy skin against my body; squeezing me so tight I think my lungs are about to explode. His eyes pierce through mine; searing my soul, letting me know that I was now his. Oh God, can this really be the end? Can that be Death knocking at my door? The snake still inches closer, squeezing me more and more. I can smell his hunger; feel his hot breath on my face. God Lord, I never imagined the end like this. I never thought I’d be squirming in pain, crying for mercy. I think of my family, my dear offspring. I only ventured out here to find them some food. I am too young to die! There has to be some other way! The snake seems to grin; he and I both know it is almost over. His tail flicks inches from my nose as his mouth angles down over my head. His eyes capture mine. Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh-!