Mood:  don't ask

In The Dark of silent night, he stands there hidden, void of light. Through the darkness he comes forth, headed south, far from north... You'll never see him in the light, only in the dark of night. In his hand, he holds a blade, No-one knows, yet looks handmade. Pale white face and toothy grin.... I warn you now, he's not a friend. If you see him in the night Never again will you see light. Try as you might to run away, He's going to get you anyway. You shall know your time is through, when The Reaper comes for you! ---Aku