The Man In Black
Tall dark and pale, with a long black coat,
About this creature many have wrote,
Silently slinking, a shadowless sight,
With life everlasting, take as he might.
Tall thin staff with blade on end,
His instrument of mercy, the blade extends,
The body recoils, the mouth drops in fear,
At impending doom being so close and near.
His hand is cold, damned is his touch,
To him, rent life, it isn't much,
Out of time and out of place,
A curse to fill that empty space.
Fluid movement, the blade drops low,
Sent to the underworld is where you'll go,
Last breath of life, a deep dark sigh,
You realise, for you, it is time to die.
Back to the shadows then he goes,
Time around just warps and slows,
To the underworld, your soul is led,
To spend eternity, in the land of the dead.