He stalks his quarry silently,
watching them as they cavort and laugh.
He watches the young and the old,
the powerful and the frail.
He doesn't care which he takes;
all will fall in time,
and time is on his side.
Some will die a violent death;
some will waste away;
still others will perish peacefully in sleep.
Beneath his breath, Death whispers.
"Memento mori. Remember you will die."