March 13 - Mors
Re Mors, e-mail sent:
"I regret killing this one."
Eternally, Death
🤩Brilliantly done!
CLEVER!
Mors picked among them
For the tired, broken, worn.
Vexed, he took them all.
Tragic and well told. I really felt this one.
Vexed is such a delicious word.
😂 this made me laugh. That's totally happening
My original last line was much darker, but I decided to switch it up and go for the dark comedy instead.
Now I'm curious
Eh, it’s a real mood killer, and probably anticlimactic now, too😂
Haha okay
I’m in a dark place today.
1.
Crimson petals fall
Mors whispers through withered leaves
Souls drift on the breeze
2.
Skeletal fingers
Grasp at fleeting life, in vain
Mors claims her tribute
3.
Echoes of last breaths
Mingle with the rustling reeds
Mors, the grim reaper
4.
Blood-stained moon rises
Mors dances in the shadows
Scythe gleams in the night
5.
Bones crunch underfoot
Mors, a grinning skull, watches
Autumn's deathly hues
Absolutely gorgeous as always! I love the correlation of souls with dried leaves. Such a cool image. Also loving a blood-stained moon 🖤
Thank you. Your prompts are intriguing.
Pummel-punch-pierce-pound
Spurting-screaming-shriek... silent
Mors code of honor
Ahhh I love it!
I love your punctuation.
Re Mors, e-mail sent:
"I regret killing this one."
Eternally, Death
🤩Brilliantly done!
CLEVER!
Mors picked among them
For the tired, broken, worn.
Vexed, he took them all.
Tragic and well told. I really felt this one.
Vexed is such a delicious word.
😂 this made me laugh. That's totally happening
My original last line was much darker, but I decided to switch it up and go for the dark comedy instead.
Now I'm curious
Eh, it’s a real mood killer, and probably anticlimactic now, too😂
Haha okay
I’m in a dark place today.
1.
Crimson petals fall
Mors whispers through withered leaves
Souls drift on the breeze
2.
Skeletal fingers
Grasp at fleeting life, in vain
Mors claims her tribute
3.
Echoes of last breaths
Mingle with the rustling reeds
Mors, the grim reaper
4.
Blood-stained moon rises
Mors dances in the shadows
Scythe gleams in the night
5.
Bones crunch underfoot
Mors, a grinning skull, watches
Autumn's deathly hues
Absolutely gorgeous as always! I love the correlation of souls with dried leaves. Such a cool image. Also loving a blood-stained moon 🖤
Thank you. Your prompts are intriguing.
Pummel-punch-pierce-pound
Spurting-screaming-shriek... silent
Mors code of honor
Ahhh I love it!
I love your punctuation.