Until the Rapture

All consuming inky black mass,

sadistic in nature,

greedy in his constant demand for life-

Grimm is always near.

Observing.

Yearning

for the moment which you least expect it.

Tuesday evening after dinner

as you re-dry the dishes out of your life.

He runs with her,

kicking and biting

punching and screaming,

into the veil of darkness

leaving you

alone,

waiting for the day

that Death takes you too.