Grim Harvest

Drifting along on night winds
The Reaper seeks his prey.
With scythe held for the taking,
His harvest won't delay.

Black hood surrounds his white skull.
His shroud is black as pitch.
He's looking for his victims.
His question now is "Which?"

He rides along on currents
as silent as the night.
He stalks his latest victim.
Abduction is their plight.

No returning from his clutch,
he’s ruthless at the least.
He cares not if you’re ready.
He is a callous beast.

You cannot buy your pardon.
His verdict is so swift.
This grim harbinger of death
has come to claim his gift.

There’s no regard to gender.
He cares not what your age.
Termination is your fate.
No battle can you wage.

He smiles his death grin widely,
and opens his dead eyes;
fetid breath inhales your life;
no time left for goodbyes.