Reaper's Perfume
The smell of death
is and unforgettable smell.
It's acridness permeates
all things and
lingers in one's mind forever.
It is a fetid stink that
brands itself onto your memory.
The bouquet of malodorous aromas
ambushes your brain,
forever leaving a horrific olfactory scar.
The Reaper's perfume travels quickly.
It waits for nothing.
It is only retarded
by the chilly air of the tomb.
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