Reaper of the Last Hour ⏳🌙💀 NFT

He walks where silence holds its breath, A cloaked reminder, a hymn of death. The moonlight crowns his hollow face, Time itself bends to his embrace. The hourglass glows within his hand, Its falling sands no soul can stand. Each grain a life, a fleeting fire, Each breath consumed by fate’s desire. ... No plea can turn his measured stride, No voice can shift the turning tide. The flowers bloom, then fade to dust, For in his grasp, all things must trust. The Reaper of the Last Hour waits, Beyond all stars, beyond all gates. When sands run dry, the world shall see, The end, the dark, eternity. 🌌 (more)