His is the deadly touch that one day will take us all. He’s a patient deity – neither good nor bad, and definitely not human. All are equal before him.
“Slit, slit comes the reaper
scythe in hand, eyes of dark
there is no soul’s keeper
that ever sees the final mark”
His horse is his only true companion carrying him far across all continents, the sky and the sea. Its hooves are fast and steady, hardy and secure.