The reaper
Waiting in darkness
two pair of bright yellow eyes
void of pupils and a huge dark mass, darker than the darkness
cold air around him that freezes the bright flower amid summer.
With his scythe, he stands
his immortal body void of flesh and skin
hid underneath his cloak.
His eyes never shut
observe the course of his prey
the broken machine
broken by the world
he sends them to a happy place with no worries.
But why does the world still fear him
he just stays there with his scythe, his death records in hand
and blazing eyes
he just observes.










