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The earth stood still

And its eyes were laid upon me

It's motions mimicked mine

It's presence sheer terror

Activated a primal fear in my mind

There is no extension to this room

It's only a looking glass

My body slumps to the ground

The fireplace adds no warmth to my features

Ghoulish skin peels and slips from the bone

And underneath the veneer glimpses of blackened thread poking through

Piercing flesh

The unmistakable form of the reaper

And underneath the veneer glimpses of blackened thread poking through

Piercing flesh

In the black pits of where my eyes once were

My piercing gaze catches the faintest glimmer of ice

The unmistakable form of the reaper

No mercy shown on this wretched creature

Translucent skin falls on my ribs

I cannot remember my own face

Panic sets in, I rip and shed the skin

Flowing robes spill from underneath

Enveloping my anatomy

Serpents uncoil beneath the sleeves

Find their home in my hands

Rigor mortis setting in

Molding themselves into the epochal scythe that has guided souls for

Millenia

I don't remember my own face anymore but all of humanity knows this

specter

Memories reached out and snag my robes

The scythe swings low

I ride now with the mocking and friendly ghouls of the night wind and play

By day amongst the catacombs