What's left but Death. What's next?

The Wraith

       He is waiting in the shadows for a moment to strike. He is watching you. His eyes glowing crimson in the darkness just like the blood in your veins. There is one last moment to live before he strikes, the scythe has sealed your doomed fate, it is too late to be saved. With moonlight reflecting off his weapon he smiles a bony grin, this is your end.

       Why don't you take his hand and follow him to the very end, all the way across the sea to a shadowed land.

       You may see the fog arise from the waters and engulf you, and take your soul as it moves away. Leaving you as the undead, nothing but an empty body on a boat that will be afloat forever and over again. Nothing you can do or say, everything will go array, as this day begins to come to a permanent delay.

       His teeth glow pearly white from the distant light that you cannot get to without a fight. The afterlife just steps away everything is turning gray. Reaching for you he recites, “Do not fear your demise. Now you fear me, I am the reaper come to punish you for your every lie.”

As he touches you, you see everything that used to be, and all that is in store for everyone including me. “You must come with me, I am the reaper can’t you see. Everything will be to thy favor in the life I will take from thee.”

       He will show you his world in a distant land where you will spend eternity over and over again. Try to fight him, bite and claw him, it will not save you from the closing night that falls unto the very ground you stand upon.

       Beside him you walk, as his friend, no more fear, no more sin. Lies you told to people, it’s too bad they could not hear your cries, or save you from your very demise.