You're lucky, you know -
For that shape that you've seen,
(Which nature oft keeps,
In the space in between) -
Is sometimes named Reaper,
The Bringer of Doom,
The Soul of the Night,
And the Vessel of Gloom.
It laughs like a child,
And moves like the wind,
If it sights you, run quickly:
It knows if you've sinned.
For beneath its shawl,
Lies a visage to fear,
A dark endless depth,
That would rob you of cheer.
So shake your head friend,
At the fate you have missed,
But for now - watch your back,
For we're all on his list.