The Reaper
By Catriana •
He rides upon his pale horse
His Cloak is midnight black
He carries his scythe upon his arm
To deal the final blow
His eyes glow red
with blood he's shed
His hands and face of bone
His grin it spreads a deadly palor
On those, his chosen ones
At his side rides those he knows
Pestilence and famine
Time and Fate
To carry out his will
He rides to gather up the souls
Of those about to die
To free them from this earthly plane
And send them on thier way
He lives among the dead and dying
The afterlife he rules
From nowhere is the horseman barred
All places he is found
This mighty horseman is a one
who's will cannot be thwarted
Though he is dead yet are there still
Those who would ride with him