Grave alive, cracked granite
nightmare awake, Reapers sonnet
ashes to ashes, flaming comet
deaths unfair hunt, run from it.
Come on and sport the inevitable chase
push, shove, ignorant that it's a race
ha, pleasure from
pain, upon the mortals face
my scythe swings, as I scream "BRACE"
for no creature alive can outpace my haste
their life draining fear,
O' how I do love you, my brother fate.