On one fateful night
The air silently still
And a frigid chill
I saw before my eyes
A figure hidden in disguise
The reaper in white
They stood far from me
Watching as I did too
Red eyes glowing in view
Pale robes draped low
Cold winds blew through
Hollow gaze with nothing to see
I arose and stood close
Bewildered at what shown
No hag nor crone
Young, almost divine
If not in decay and decline
Time’s toll was most morose
No tool in sight
Neither scythe or blade
Sung a false serenade
Presence dark and eerie
Weak souls be weary
Of the reaper in white
Her hand extended
Tattered skin exposing bone
Pointing at me alone
Message clear, but grim
Told by the stretched limb
A life about to be ended
Frozen by dismay
Realization hard hitting
Not easy admitting
It was all over
Of that I’m sober
My mind still in disarray
But I am no blight
Nor am I a sinner
Misguided at the center
Pray I’m not forsaken
When my soul is taken
By the reaper in white
