A Reaper.
A reaper standing on a high river bank with the old arches of the bridge behind the figure and the deep flowing river behind , also a deep starlit night-time sky when the moon did its optimum gravity pulling upon the seas and minds , the mother ship firing her pods as darts into the earth that surrounds the alien village on a deserted winters evening.
The Falsery of the Relative .
They didn’t miss you they were in their own world as if you were dead it is relative to you but works upon false emotions as it falls from the sky crystal clear as light as a new day the relative cold and gone as if love is just a word and faces were only in mirrors of similarity so we are but a faded cry in a constant hail of the wind the spirits were disappointed . For mason cult the last one to go on if it is any good.