BLACK ROBED FIGURE

A chill descends, the air grows thin

A presence felt beneath the skin

No turning back, no final plea

The shadow falls for all to see

The clock has stopped, the sands are spent

A life of virtue, time ill-spent

It matters not, your final stand

The harvest comes across the land

Black robed figure, hollow eyes

Beneath the cold and dying skies

Your final breath, a whispered cost

Another soul is claimed and lost

The scythe descends, a silver gleam

To end the fever of the dream

I've walked with kings on thrones of gold

And watched the pauper's story told

I hear the prayer, I see the tear

I am the end of every fear

Your empires built on dust and bone

Will crumble 'til you stand alone

Before the gate, you'll speak my name

And know that all are just the same

Black robed figure, hollow eyes

Beneath the cold and dying skies

Your final breath, a whispered cost

Another soul is claimed and lost

The scythe descends, a silver gleam

To end the fever of the dream

No warmth, no light, just endless gray

As all you were is stripped away

The weight of moments, joy and pain

Washed clean like tears in falling rain

A silent contract, sealed in dust

An iron will, a sacred trust

The toll is paid

The debt is met

Silence!