Tightly clenched in one hand is his scythe

The arc, symbolic of the finality of its cut

The reins of his fiery steed wrapped taut

About the bony white digits of his other hand

Fate is being exhaled in tremendous vortexes

From the nostrils of his mount

Darker than a black hole is the steed

At speed that bends and distorts light

The duo traverse and instantly span any distance

Within the universe immense

From the fringes of creation their journey began

That nebulous region north, south, east and west of infinity

Flashes of pulsating light pierce the darkness

Gaseous matter crackles and hisses providing a faint glimpse

A shadowy outline of the rider, the steed and their path

The rider is all bone--fleshless

He is hooded in mystery and cloaked with the unknown

No distinct figure emerges

Two fiery expressionless embers, glare from within the hood

Fixed with singleness of purpose

From where once surely the eyes of a mortal

Must have resided

His foray ordered by the ultimate authority

Its purpose most clearly defined, the time exact and deadly precise

All manner of stealth does he employ

Every device solely at his discretion

For detection is an option not granted unto him

The intended victim known only to the creator

And this special envoy from out of the where and why

Never is his intended victim

Before hand known

None shall elude or evade the rider and his steed

When their intent, is to terminate

No one can, their journey impede

Relentless is the pursuit

There is no defense for his onslaught

Swiftly and precisely the task is executed

Each ride by the duo sealing the fate of the intended

Without debate

No one is ever--late