A force as cold and pale as the winter
ice, Hair as black as a panther,
Eyes as red as the pits of hell,
A ferocity as dark as the devil’s soul,
Carries out lives of turmoil and despair for others,
Like in our world, but isn’t seen,
Watches and waits for one of us to fail,
Takes us from our world to forever darkness,
He is death (Grim Reaper).
I think you read this to me before, and I told you I loved it, but I'll tell you again. This gives me shivers up and down my spine. With all of the detail you have--it's so eerie!
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