Just a Job.
(Dedicated to Sir Terry Pratchett)
He comes by night, he comes by day
Comes to steal your soul away
A shining scythe, a horse of white
Blue eyes pierce the darkest night
Fear not the reaper.
For night and day is just a name
By steal he guides and hides the pain
The scythe's for show, the horse his friend
Eyes sparkling with humour not malice, not then
Fear not the grim reaper.
…unless you threaten the continued existence of the Disc and reality as it is by which time you'd better run like hell.
Death: "I am 'last minute stuff'."