Mist in the sky
Bereft of life in the eyes
Flies death up high
Into the blanket of the white
Rests a castle for the demised
Collecting the souls from time to time
Left the Reaper dull and dry.
Till the morning hit the sky,
Making the water glitter so bright
Blinded from the shine,
Falls the reaper into life.
Sways in a beauty fluttering through the time
Flirting with the wind, as her right
Sits on the shore with a smile
Leaving the Reaper mesmerized
Drifted by glory of her sight,
He was sparkling in the light
Dancing the sudden ardors of youth
It was the time to take the life
But the Reaper had never felt so right.
The moment spun things around
Death has fallen in love, first time
Being has never felt this foul
Sits afar the grim of time
Regretting to serve his fate that night
