The awesome kingdom lies.
And Malanoth, its striped face
Obscure and pondering
Thinks always in that silent place
Of some old, secret thing.
A DEATH SIGNAL
(A True Experience)
by Kenneth B. Pritchard
My grandfather was on his death bed. A door to his room was closed. Other doors in the house were shut, and at least one was locked or bolted.
Some of his family were downstairs. They knew that the end was near; but just when he would pass, they could not tell.