Death Was Uglier Than I Knew

Death was uglier than I knew Sure I had heard the fire and brimstone rumors, But I had never actually believed them. Death came at me with a hard set face. A vacant skull head, trotting with purpose. I saw her weapons and wondered what she would use. I would not go easy, I thought. I felt superior because of it. Death sneered, showing me a rancid, ugly, mean side I had never seen. I picked up my arsenal of tricks, determined to battle. It was a ridiculous façade of a fight, fatiguing and defeating. I felt like a rag doll as she carried me off into the fray of a bigger battle. She threw me onto a pyre, and burned my body beyond recognition. As the smell of burning flesh entered my nostrils, I felt less smug.