Death

blacked cloak figure
flowing grace fully around
when the clock runs out
he comes about

Sucking your soul
taking it away
for death is upon you
there is no escape

Skeleton face
with eyes pitch black
a hood over his head
and smug little grin

He chuckles in amusement
with every soul he takes
for he is fear itself
and for fear is terrorizing

With scythe in hand
he holds it high
with skeleton fingers
slender and fine

he moves on to the next one
day after day
never stopping
cause there are always souls to take