REAPER

The moon with it's cold icy stare, gazes eerily at the desolate cemetery below.

Milky white light envelops this sanctuary of the dead, bringing to life a collage of monsters and ghouls.

Cold winds whisper their haunting songs, a tribute perhaps to those who have gone before.

Time weathered tombstones cast black lifeless shadows across the barren grounds of the graveyard.

A dark solitary figure appears suddenly out of the gloom, another shadow perhaps?

Maybe something more or worse…something less.

Silently, patiently, the figure waits. Time? What is time to such a creature as this?

A Demon? A Devil? A Nightmare? Yes. One if not all.

His long hooded robe dances passionately in the wind, catching the cascading light from the glowing moon above. His face lies hidden in the unpenetrable blackness of his hood. For what reason?

Would the face that we see be that of a monster or the reflection of our soul?