w.i.n. m.y. a.w.a.r.d.
He walks through the human world,
claming lives left and right.
No one dares to stop him,
as he prowls both day and night.
He roams the earth taking lives,
which he delivers to the cross roads.
Then he goes in search of the next name,
on a list which only he knows.
you'll know him when you see him,
for one day he'll come for you
Don't even try to run,
for your on the list too.
His body is made of pale bones,
and covered with blackened robes.
In his hand, a sythe,
which he carries when he roams.
He is the Grim Reaper
He is Death