The Reaper

The time will come when
the reaper will rise 
Coming to claim the souls
that shall be judged 
The clock will strike midnight 
upon this gloomy hour 
As the sands of time starts 
to slowly fade away

She collects the souls of
the saints and the damned
Souls that will be judged 
to enter heaven or hell
People hold fear that grips 
their souls within 
Knowing that their time
has come to be judged

Laying in my bed I hold
fear deep in my soul
As I lay hear waiting for
death to claim my soul
She holds an hour glass 
that marks my time 
With small grains of sand
that stream to the bottom 

There is a song that whisper 
in the midnight hour 
As I can feel my life slowly 
fading gently away 
My eyes slowly shut
as darkness fills my room 
And standing beside me
was death herself 

Wearing a black cloak that
hid her face
With a wicked smile that
was upon her lips
She stared deep in my 
soul with sadness in her eyes
Tears slowly slowly streamed 
down her pale white cheeks 

Giving me a soft gentle kiss
as last grain fell
She whispered in my ear that
my soul is free
That she could not take my
life into faiths wicked hand
Leaving her cloak and hour
glass she was gone