Death's Reaper

On a dark, gloomy night
When all is not right
A blade comes down
Making not a sound

He stands over you
As a cold wind blew
His black hood fell back
Strength to run, I lack

My face becomes pale
At the sound of a banshee wail
I scream in fear
The grim reaper is near

How could this be?
When did death touch me?