It was just like them.

They were always coming in when they were not wanted.
He pointed at the bar of light, stumbled to it, and tried to tear it from the wall.

It had been there long enough.

Too long.

And as he tore at it with hands dyed crimson, something that was pressing upon him lightened suddenly, and the blood gushed forth from his mouth, flooding the sun-stained wall.
"I have put out that damned sunset at last," he said to himself as he fell..