The Grim Reaper

Holding onto his scythe The massive scythe of death The reaper looks for your soul There is a small empty lantern That houses dead souls inside Swinging on the scythe of death Death, with his rags for clothes Just hiding the bones beneath Power is under that dark hood Standing tall and quite formattable Wind whipping the fragments Of his enormous tattered cloak He’s just waiting till it’s time To come before you and swing The scythe of death… Capturing your soul forever Russell Sivey