Hello
My name, you already know
My image haunts your dreams
I stride through fields
Reaping the wields
Of your planting of life
But it seems
To me you are afraid
You cower beneath my gaze
As my cowl hangs over my face
And my fingers graze
Your life
But am I really
Something to be feared
Something to hate
Not await
Am I so very bad
In this ghostly, haunting form?
When what I bring is
The end
Something new
The next step on your journey
Must I haunt you?
In your dreams
You see me loom
A shadow
A fear
A terror of the night
But I will reap your life
I will touch your form as it stands
On a cliff
Leaning toward the next place
Awaiting what comes after
And I shall push
Ever so lightly
And you will fall
As I reap your soul
As I do to all
At one time
The feared time
The hated time
The hoped for
Afterlife