Death/Grim Reaper

“Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.”
- Oscar Wilde

Death
As a dark Shadow
Beckons his prey
Into the unknown
By a soft whisper
In the soul
- Cindy Cheney

As for man, his days are like grass;
As a flower of the field, so he flourishes.
For the wind passes over it, and it is gone,
And its place remembers it no more.
- Psalm 103:15-16

An original piece I worked on for quite some time, there is a lot of symbolism.