If you to him

If you look him in his eyes you can see the truth,

spilling and dripping thickly from his eyes.

If you see his hand you can see idiocy, foolishness and stupidity at its height hanging from his hands in the form of fools gold.

If you see his smile you can see fear, pure and absolute, free of logic and reasoning lining his mouth.

If you look at his mount you can see lies, deception being its eyes, false promises hammered into horseshoes,

and untold secrets blackening it’s mane and tail.

If you feel his robe you can see the anger lining his hems,

the main concoction of anger, hate, and fate making up his hood,

and the mixture of sorrow, grief, and hopelessness making up the rest.

If you examine his jewelry you can see the confusion making it gleam

and time acting as pearls and jewels set into the accessories.

If you hear his laugh you can see why the grownups cry and the children tremble and the elders close their eyes in quiet acceptance.

Who is he?

You know one of his names.

I believe it is Death.