17 August 2012
Creeping at the edge of darkness, Lies a shadow, Covered in blackness, Always in sorrow.
Never happy, Always mad, Never in joy, Always sad.
But,this is not a persons shadow, It's always in a hood, Carries a blade, In void of all that's good.
Some people call him death, Some call him the reaper, That puts all the souls to rest, And dark secrets hidden deeper.
Controlled by god, The Lord of the heavens, Only the good can enter, The wonderful seven.
If you want to save yourself, Then keep on praying, Do nothing wrong, For death will be waiting.
Death • Opuss № I