There he stands,

With scythe in hand,

He's come to end your life.

Here he waits,

For you to meet your fate,

Its futile to put up a fight.

Black, flowing robe,

Underneath which is unknown,

He's come to take you away.

After so many years,

Arise all of your fears,

You know you can't keep him at bay.

Bony finger extends,

For you, its the end,

He calls you to your eternity.

In glowing eyes,

You see no lies,

And you follow, as death summons thee.