The Reaper

And so I come for thee on wings of silent night
My cold embrace your final feel
My silent stare your last vision
I come for all be they rich of poor no mortal can escape my grip
No emotion can sway my approach
Nor reason sway my judgement.
From the first day you enter this world my gaze is upon you
Until the day I come to you I am there the spector in your life
I am that chill on your neck, the black shadow in your closet
The monster under your bed. Though you never see me all your life you fear me
For I am that to whom all must answer.
I am not good nor am I evil I simply am.