Reaper As he neared the village, the only thing that left a print in the snow was the scythe which drug lazily with him. The snowy night lit by a full moon gave an eerie blue glow to everything but him, who was as black as the bowels of the deepest well. Candlelit windows advertised the sleepy homes before him. The journey had not taken long but he had traveled far. The village was quiet and peaceful. It seemed to glow radiantly. The deep snow was untouched. Everyone was inside. He stood before a small one-room house. As he quietly opened the door, the candle in the window blew out. Cold air blew in behind him but his cloak remained sti