BH, Eden | |
death figure horseman | |
A cloaked figure stands here begging you to come closer. | |
Cloaked and hooded and as invisible as night, no face can be seen within death's concealing cowl. No hands can be seen gripping the scythe at its side. It stands hunched forward like a very old man, all bent and gnarled, a creature apparently crippled by age and time. But there is no sense of weakness about it. It stands steady and sure. What cripples it is not age or time, but the weight of the burden it bears for the lives it has taken. A small belt of flasks hangs from its waist. The horseman of death is in an excellent condition. | |
by Ferrum , 04.01.2002 00:00 MSK |