I Will Not Dance With Death

I'm going to tell you a tale that may frighten you about the precursor of death that will pursue... There's iridescent beauty found on his ebony wings but always of impending death his cawing sings. He perches as a grim reaper on the fence, taunting as if on my gravestone to bring fear and daunting A dance step to his left then quickly to the right He takes wicked pleasure, but I will feel no fright for never will I weep and as long as I remain alive His corvine refrain fortifies my strength to survive Black as pitch he sits, fluttering wings on my gate I refuse to accept him as foreshadower of my fate I'm not destined to be the carrion that he will feast In shadows, day and night, lingers the black beast Jeering with an evil stare, are bright beady eyes His dark presence I've come to loathe and despise Blackguard! I shall curse him until my last breath Begone raven! Today, I will not waltz with death Now you know the tale of what keeps me awake It's the macabre one whose thirst I refuse to slake I am still alive and have not yet fallen from grace So, I will not let him lead me to an unholy place