Reaper

Upon the wall, dancers of flame; the fool consumed, of waterfall's grey. Impending fate, has today resumed. Unseen, passing through, a hand taken; Soul removed. Brutal carnage; His eternal soup. Battle, disease, the awakening troop. His Scythe, tempered, the cut is true; Unforeseen, 'twas a midnight hue. Wheat fields bleed, in misty plight; Night has come, a Hell Hound bite. Hymnal weeping; that echoing pitch. Six feet down, a sepulchral ditch. Diamond tears, a stifled shout; for there is Silence, when the lights go out...