The sound of his wings

Have you ever imagined;
what will death be like?
Is it like the darkness overwhelming
a hunger that devours completely
Or that cold urging you to give up?

Have you ever felt his presence
hear the sound of his wings
whenever death is near?
He stood quietly in the corner
Waiting for the right time

He takes them cold
while they are defenseless
and weak
Yet I fear not of his curse
For death is a new beginning


Note: A pity J. can't show it off in a bigger size than this one. Enter the world of art theft. You need to view this in full details as much of the efforts spent on manipulations are in fine details. Seek J. then. He'll show you the full pic.