Stealing the Reaper's Scythe

Shadows whisper at the edge of night,

A glimpse of death beneath the moon’s pale light.

But I won’t surrender, I’ll stand and fight,

Stealing back my breath, reclaim my right.

He’s standing tall with a midnight gaze,

The reaper’s scythe in command, a dark maze.

Lurking silent, with powers cold,

In my hands, the steel I hold.

In the shadows I move, I dare to steal,

A chance to live, a fate I seal.

Break the chains, outrun the night,

Hold on tight, hold on tight.

I’m stealing the reaper’s scythe,

Fighting to keep my life,

Clinging to hope, refusing to die,

With every breath, I testify.

They say I’m lost, I’m running away,

From the grip of death, I won’t sway.

Night’s dark whisper, I defy,

With stolen time, I’ll survive.

Now I walk with borrowed days,

Reaper’s scythe in my grasp, I blaze.

Life’s fierce fight, I will revive,

Never surrender, I will thrive.