The reaper arrives
The reaper arrives
Slowly through the fog
Creeping into the night
Searching for someone
To take beyond the light
Drifting with the current
Inside his boat of death
He will find the person
And take their last breath
He journeys into the dark
Seeking for lost souls
With his blade wielded, it's
Their time to pay the toll
Into the black of night
Remnants of his craft
Lay strewn along the bow
Displayed upon his raft
An unfortunate event
Will cast over his prey
The Reaper moves silently
This will be their last day
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