As I was

As I was falling into sleep this man in black cloak died with a sword in his hand - death was fast and sharp with no new beginnings - he was completely gone, cut off. I woke up accepting that.

He was in a distance, appearing small to me, but was by my left side. Sort of red desert - I think sand was becoming red from the heat underneath. There was no battle, there was no enemy, he was alone.