Reaper's Appetite

Leaves crunch beneath you as you run from an unknown hunter.
You hear ragged breathing as the footsteps match yours
Ask yourself, are you dreaming?
Is this real?
Something catches your foot and you tumble to the ground
This is the end, you think to yourself.
But why?
The sharp pain reaches your chest and
The crimson wine creates a waterfall down your white drapery
The world starts to swirl with color and you are strangely reminded of woodstock
But why?
It isn't your fault
You didn't sin
The Grim Reaper just needed to satisfy his appetite.