DO YOU FEAR THE REAPER?

Bone gleams dimly in the light of the sunset
Like macrabe bluish marble tiles.
A scyth in a cold fleshless fist glints.
Black sockets...seeing nothing and everything.
The lace of a black cloak brushes your neck.
Your skin prickles and you gasp.
Slender bird-like fingers slide over your throat.
You scream and thrash as they grip you.
Your breath painfully whistles.
A thick night is drawn over your eyes
Some will say it was too soon...others not soon enough.
And the spectre drifts on...leaving your body
And your mouth frozen open in an eternal soundless scream.

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