And then there's Death....


She knows you.

She has known you since the first day of your birth and she will still know you on the day that you die. She is the cool, night breeze that dries the tears from your cheek and comforts your skin in it's simple reminder of the nice things in life. She isn't a ghastly grim reaper or gaunt, dismal knight on a pale horse. She is who you'd want as a friend, a childhood love, and hand to hold. She is someone not meant to fear, but smile at and the cherish. She thinks of you as a friend.

It is said, by some who have no names, that once every hundred years Death must become mortal for a day and live amongst them. She must know their lives and hates and sorrows, and at the end of the 24 hours she must return to her realm. She does this so she can know of the value of the lives she takes. She does this to know what she defines.

So this is Death. This is the person who everyone fears and hates and curses. This is the young girl who people hide from in darkened rooms and pray to wasted gods to spare them from her. She is the one '...whose eyes breed maggots and touch brings corruption'. This sweet, innocent, gothic, intelligent girl is the most disliked and hated beings who shall ever walk the earth. She is Death.



And she is someone you could love...