The Man in black

The Man in black walked slowly through the field, brushing his hand against the grain as it waved back in forth in the autumn wind. His other hand held the scythe, ready for the harvest, as he looked around at what he was here to reap. He heard screaming, distantly it seemed to him, from the men charging at each other just a few meters away. As the two great armies came together in a sudden clash of screams and shouts, he lifted his scythe and began.