Grains

Our blood is the small grains of sand

Our bodies are the hour glass

Our lives are the precious time inside

It's only a matter of years, months, days, hours, minutes, and seconds, before the Moirai cut the thread, that holds your life.

Before Thanatos arrives, taking you to the underworld.

Before you cross the Styx, meeting the ferryman.

It is ony a matter of time.

Following Hermes, as he leads you to the God of the Underworld.

Hades determines your punishment.

Tartarus for the wicked.

Elysium for those who are not.

It is only a matter of time, before the blood drains and our bodies shrivel.

It is only a matter of time before the grains run out, and the hourglass shatters