Grim

Life’s fragility

Art by Zakhariya

In the shrouded mist
Where silence reigns supreme,

A haunting figure materializes.
Draped in a cloak as black as midnight

The Grim Reaper, personification of Death,
Emerges from the depths of the unknown—

His presence sending chills through any witness.
Wrapped in a hood that obscures his face,

Concealing the mysteries that lie within
His silhouette, illuminated by a dim glow

Against the backdrop of a fog-laden landscape,
Casts an eerie ambiance upon the scene.

With an ethereal grace, the Reaper glides,
Sending tendrils of anticipation through the fog.

With bony hands, he wields a scythe,
A tool of finality and fate.

Gleaming with an ominous sheen,
Its blade softly sings of endings and transitions,

Reminding all who gaze upon it of the 
Delicate balance between life and death.

As the Reaper traverses the misty veil, his dark cloak 
Billows like the wings of a spectral creature,

Embracing the souls he guides into the great beyond,
A somber clue to the inevitability that awaits.

Also a reminder to live fully, love deeply,
While acknowledging life’s fragility.

Upcoming…

• Third and final Halloween flash fiction piece and fourth prompt response:

  A Vampire’s Curse , 28 October 2023

A Vampire’s Curse

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