The Reaper

Enveloped in the morning mist
The Reaper stands alone
The wind fills
With sarrowed howls
As spirits whisper
Through his bones

He laughs as evil men
Plead through tears
To forgive the life they led
His darkened heart
Feels no pain
For the child dying in her bed

Through the ages
He's delivered souls
To heaven
And to hell
Led from place to place
By deaths pungent smell

So
Be careful what you do
My friend
Hallowed Eve is at hand
Watch your loved ones closely
For tonight
The Reaper Walks the land