In mighty palaces or in a dark and abandoned alley, the fate of all is the same. When the shadow of a mortals fate comes upon us and the veil is torn asunder, we all go the same way. Age does not matter nor does status in life. A king with a crown is just the same as a beggar or a prisoner in chains. The icy hand of mortality finds it's way into our bed chambers and hobbles. No bribe can stay the judgment of our own mortal end. At the moment that we close our eyes for the last time and our final breath slips away, we all become equal . So take heed of this warning, that you are ready when you fall, for you never know where you will be or how you be found when death comes to call.