15 Paintings Of The Spectral And Heavenly Faces Of Death
For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed;And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill,And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!-Lord Byron-The clock is ticking. From the moment you’re conceived, your clock is ticking. We all know the time is going to come someday, and each tick of the clock brings us one step closer. How will it be like? Is it impossible to guess? Are we going to be aware of it when it happens? What’s next? Again, there’s no way to know. The only certainty is that when the Angel of Death choos...