A figure waits out in the dark,
A sycthe gleams in his hand,
He waits in silence watching you,
To deiliver Death's command.

You try to run and try to hide,
Yet no matter what it follows,
Knowing he won't let you see,
The daylight of tomorrow,

Go ahead and start to cry,
And try to get away,
But both of us know,
That he has sealed your fate,

So kneel down and start to pray,
Get rid of your regrets,
Because the reaper's coming,
To deliver your death.

Kelly Aragon

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reaper-9/