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).