Shadows of the End

Silent shadows, moonlit night

Whispered tales in fading light

Here he comes, cloaked in dread

The reaper walks where angels fled

With scythe in hand, he moves unseen

Master of the in-between

No eyes to see, no words to cry

Just the cold embrace of sky

Stepping softly, through the dark

He leaves his mark, he leaves his mark

No warning sound, no call to flee

He whispers death's decree

Oh, the reaper, never sleeping

In the night, he's creeping

Fate is sealed, the end is near

He’s the shadow, born from fear

He gathers stories, he gathers souls

Hearts that beat, lives that tolls

No mercy in his silent stride

In the chill, they must abide

Silently, he takes his stand

Guided not by outstretched hand

In the darkness, cold and deep

He’s the keeper of the sleep

Oh, the reaper, never sleeping

In the night, he's creeping

Fate is sealed, the end is near

He’s the shadow, born from fear

Nothing can escape his gaze

In the night’s mysterious haze

He’s the whisper on the wind

The silent judge, the final sin

So beware the midnight's call

He’s the last, the shadows’ thrall

When the moon ascends in gloom

The reaper comes, to claim his doom