Aftermath

The Man in black, arms tired after working for days, lowered his scythe and finally turned away. The armies had left hours ago, but had left their wounded on the field, and it so his work had not finished. Finally, with the sun setting, he could move away. The flocks of crows that had been circling above descended then, as if they sensed that he was moving away, and began to peck and gnaw at the empty bodies that lay on the field. He walked on, steady trudging forward to the next place he was to accomplish his duty.