Skin as white as snow,
or as corroding bones.
Eyes that fiercly glow,
morbid undertones.
Lips as red as blood,
teeth yellowing with decay.
Cloak dragged across the mud,
he's coming here to play.
This may be your last night,
might be the last time you smile.
For he will give you fright,
and consequences far too vile.
Decapitated body parts,
his symbolic representation.
For death is his true art,
to send humans to damnation.
This reapers ready to rip,
to tear your life away.
You can't give him the slip,
when he is set to play.



















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