Death Walks

In blackest night and deepest dark,
The Reaper strides with sickle sharp.
He comes to reap with sickle and scythe,
Puts a final seal on the note of life.

With bloodred moon riding high,
No stars seen in midnight sky.
Comes Azrael in the silent night,
His steps marked, devoid of light.

He walks, shadows following,
Sickle and scythe all light devouring.
The Dark Companion takes your hand,
Leads you deep into shadowed land.

In shadowed lands unknown to man,
Comes silence, just as when all began.
The Grey Walker steps alone,
Forever walking, ever on the roam.