The grim reaper, unrivalled, has no boss. He does his own bidding and no one else’s. He came in a cool evening, not as a guest but as one of the house’s keyholders. It was dark, ugly, spoke not to anyone but his victim. “Come, my dear, you have been called to the world below.” Were the words that came out of his mouth. The victim didnt bid any of us ‘goodbye’ he was lost in his sleep, like a child, he knew not what was happening. He took his last breaths in his sleep. Gone.
The reaper was making a hole in our hearts, he has accomplished his day’s job. He had a large scroll, names were written on it.
Who is next?
A faceless man, dressed in a black garment, knocking on doors, the grim reaper is here. He drops no clues, takes you in his own time. When your time comes, will you have laid a lasting legacy? What will you be remembered for? Will yours be a premature death? Cause the grim reaper knows not age.