Part II: Metamorphosis

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