Death was here, standing in the middle of the road. His physical form was the body of a man, a man with a deeply pale face. He was thin wearing black clothes and black hairs, he was almost a shadow. No eyes or tooth were visible, his eyelids and mouth were irreparably closed. Death was walking upon earth bringing darkness in his cape. When men and women saw him no panic started. It was not panic they were feeling but horror, a quiet and cold horror that made you serene. The calm was the result of the knowledge that the battle was not worth it, the war was already lost. Death took his first patient’s life with a touch on the forehead, the body fold like rock. The body was empty, sucked out. The second patient’s time came. With him Death showed more kindness by putting his hand on the man’s forehead though the cheek. Again the body felt but Death slowed down this fall and put it lengthened on the ground. The crowed began the run because of pure survival instinct. Death struck hands to make a wave that captured the souls of everybody on his way. It was a happy event for the earth. It was the end of an unbearable era, the disappearance of sad mistake. The reign of men was finally over.
JC
