Death is upon us.
I sit upon a withered . Waiting. For a creature cloaked in black. A man? A creature? How will we ever know? He comes to take your life. Everybodies. He is just a wicked reminder of what could have been, but isn't. A soul, created by... evil. They call him many things. But... I call him by his real name. Death. And he is upon us all. He is the last thing you see. Not friends. Not family but, a face. A face of the unknown. A face of many faces. Death... is a reminder, to live to the fullest and not to let depression, anger, love, or stress get in the way. Because... Because if you do, He will come for you... And he will take you.