The Creator appears and sets to work. He gathers the very elements to create molecules. The molecules are combined into more substantial substances. From seeming nothingness, something is made. Earth. Water. Air. Fire. All combine to make a world.
Out of the world are created two figures; one cloaked in black, the other in the brown tones of the earth itself. The Creator names them Death and Life.
"You two are a part of each other. This world needs both of you in order to function properly.”
“What about you?” asked Death.
“I will remain here.”
“Always?”
“Always when wanted.”
Death nods. “I understand.”
The Creator rises above the world where all of creation can be seen.
The wind blows. Insects crawl. Birds fly. Beasts move. Grass grows. Life begins her work.
Death holds out a hand. A scythe appears, its edge sharp enough to cut sound into silence. The Reaper begins his toils.
Elizabeth Williamson Copyright © 2010