Ignis Fatuus

The kick from my revolver threw me hard onto my back in the marshy clearing, and I stared, horrified, skyward, as the spectral cloud seemed to cluster, forming opalescent shapes hanging frighteningly close overhead. Increasingly light-headed, my heart was thumping in my throat and I screamed in terror and rage as I emptied my gun, firing at the sky, choking in that ghastly air. Beaten, I curled up, sobbing with my head in my arms thinking: man there are a lot of commas in this paragraph.