Oh the Reaper
He wanders through the field
Blue eyes and white teeth flashing
Laughter on his lips
Ending lives
Claiming souls
His Sword like a Scythe
Covered in blood
Crimson droplets, like tears
Fly from every swing
Leaving rents in a mothers hopes and dreams
Oh the Reaper
He harvests his crop
To the sound of a Canon
Oh the Reaper
Companions he has
Reapers too are they
Ending us
With Knife and Spear and Bow
Reapers Reaping
Like they were born and bred to.
Oh the Reapers
They come for me now.
A cry
Bright Crimson
A grin
Blackness
Light