The Face of Death For Many
What does Death look like? Does it look like something familiar, though terrifying in the twilight of life? Is it a strange thing to behold, this thing called “death”? It come[s] both swiftly and slowly, sudden[ly] and begrudgingly. It would seem that Death is rather inconsistent. Perhaps even he struggles to find joy in his work?
This is part of my Public Domain Derivation Series.