Fallen Scythe

Night falling

Silence awakening

The scythe falls

Deadly

Quiet

Unseen.

It has taken before

Its blade blood-stained

Dripping

Releasing a river of hot life

Invisible and powerful.

A song sung

A life gone

To places elsewhere

Heaven

Hell

Or yet another incarnation

Whatever one believes.

A body cold

Blood in a stream on the floor

Emotionless face

Silent in death.

I can do nothing.

Nothing to help.

They're gone.