Death is a jump scare

And the light you see behind the silouhette of a raven

It’s the look in his eye when he says,

“I don’t care what you’re saying.”

Grim reality—

Robes that are heavy as heavy as many souls

They can carry.

And a moon like the sun,

Unusual, strange and terrifyingly beautiful

When we become like a python

And hide these inevitable changes—

Death laughs,

And the laugh is louder ...