Death Goes Skydiving

Under the cover of shadow Death made its way towards the plane. Hooking it’s long limbs along the wing Death gripped onto the worn paint. The roar of the engine drowned out its excitement, soon the sky would be above and below. Speeding off down the runway Death’s cloak billowed in the morning air. Air combed its touch across Deaths rattling bones. Gaining altitude the plan shot upward. The sunset warmed its skull, throwing itself from the safety of the wing Death flew towards the ground. The thrill of fear, of life propelled Death down, to kiss the earth below.