Death moving slow but sure on him in a still more horrible form.

His hair bristled.

The sweat poured from him.

He sat helpless, fascinated, tongue-tied.
As the fearful monster crawled growling towards him, incongruous thoughts coursed through his mind.

Margaret: the Vulgate, where it speaks of the rage of a she-bear robbed of her whelps--Rome--Eternity.
The bear crawled on.