Life and Death

The Pale Rider Astride an ashen horse, a raven perched on his shoulder, and a melancholy moon beaming down gray shadows, He held a gleaming scythe in one hand, and in his other, a damning edict from Hades, the Lord of the underworld. He was spurring on across some god-forsaken terrain leaving the winds wailing in his wake. He was racing against time to ensnare one more good soul before the rise of the sun, to knock on one more door before a sliver of sunbeam shine upon the morning dew. He had his eyes ablaze set upon the doomed soul and his errand foreordained. But the entire universe works toward salvaging a righteous soul who repents his past wrongdoings The sun rose over the eastern horizon and warded off the onslaught of the condemnation to Hadean eternity… as death dissipates with the mist of dawn. ~Contest: A Brian Strand July 22