In a bar, a large, silvery-white, bipedal wolf with an elongated snout, gray "mask" marking on his face, sharp teeth, and bright red eyes that glow wearing a black riding cloak with a built-in hood, and brown trousers under the cloak, was looking at himself in a mirror.

When a elderly man was drinking...it was his time.

I been called many things: metaphorically or rhetorically or poetically or theoretically, but I am death...

He stands behind the old man, pulling out his double sickle and his shadow took the man's life.

Then he moves on to a town where children were playing in the streets and a run away cart was heading their way.

Incarnation, I take up many forms...but I am the real deal.

As all the kids ran, one little boy stayed and death smiled, licking his lips.

I do love the smell of fear...it is wonderful...since my last encounter...I been following a an arrogant little legend who thought he was immortal...but he proved me wrong...so I still continue my journey...to take the souls who's lives are about to pass.

A lady was rocking her baby when his shadow appeared.

I of love the joy when they make it hard for me...it just made my job much more fun.

A bearded man with a hat ran out of the bar when he saw death was coming for me, death smiled widely and he threw his sickle at him.

I could never want anything more, I mean what's not to like I hit a great job, I get to spread fear to those who think they can escape me and...I get a free meal.

He licks his lips when he sees inside a small cottage three pig brothers were playing cards.

What more could i really need, I have everything I ever wanted and that's all great for me...I have a good thing going on here and I could never ask for anything more.

He was on a park when he sees a father and mother playing with a little girl in braids.

But if I'm being honest with myself, I feel an empty feeling inside me, like there is something else that I want...but I fill that void with the souls I take, deep deep down I ignore my feelings...I mean I'm death...come on, I don't have emotions, I Just walk this earth taking the lives of those who times are coming...and nothing will change that.

The lobo walks back to his home, waiting to be left alone in isolation.

Or so I thought...