The pendulum swings back and forth, back and forth.
On each seventh swing a life is lost.
A soul is torn from its body, a family mourns. Candles are lit, prayers are said, and a creature of the night spreads its wings for the first time.
It waits for the pendulum to strike seven. The coffin creaks open, a scream is muffled, the next victim is claimed.
The pendulum swings back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.