Death hath come
by ~Hybasha

Darkness awakes from within your soul and a chill overwhelms your heart
On your skin you feel the impending doom of his cold steel.
He cares not for your age, or of your alignment. 
No bribes or praises can sway him from his cause.
The reaper is out to harvest the souls of those who run out of time.
As you stare at his pearling white skull and a cape that steals all light
Remember his job is more important than being a leader of any nation.
Without his grasp we fall into chaos, an absence of the harvest leads to madness.
Without demise we massacre the earth and each other till we are dust, 
So fear the invulnerable reaper as he seeps through the night,
Say your prayers, kiss your loved ones and write your will. 
For tonight the scythe touches your breast and it's not just shaking your hand.
The anima loses sight of the body in an instant.
And as you look at the elevator you ask yourself one question,
Do you get to go up or down?  
As the last of the sands of your hourglass fade you get your answer
And regardless of your desire, from the reaper's pocket appears your soul.
Death is the messenger, from which your essence meets judgment, 
So don't fear the reaper but rather quiver at where you go in the afterlife.