Late one night, deep in the woods
A lone wolf cried out
A message to the harvest moon
That evil was about.
From inside my house of logs
I heard his mournful bay.
When out the window I dared look,
My breath was ripped away.
A gaunt, cloaked stranger, I did spy,
His dress was all in black,
He sat upon a gnarled stump
And peered into a sack.
From the sack the stranger drew
A large wolf's severed head.
And even though it had no corpse,
It still was not quite dead.
The head he set upon the ground
(Locked in its final howl)
Right then the stranger turned around
I saw into his cowl.
The face, it was a skeleton,
The nose a gaping hole.
The fiery orbs that were his eyes,
Made my blood run cold.
He felt my gaze upon his form
His scythe, did he then grab.
Right then I knew him as Necros,
My soul he was to nab!
This was a death I did not want;
Too much did I love life.
So I stood and faced his wrath
Armed with a butcher's knife.
The door was ripped from off its hinge.
The floor began to shake,
Into my home stalked the reaper
Loathsome as a snake
His wicked scythe was wet with blood
From many stolen souls,
And in his cowl I saw his eyes
As red as fiery coals.
When, my defiance, he did see
His eyes shown brighter red
His evil laughter split the night
Resounding in my head.
Then with a voice as old as time
He said," Pathetic fool!
There you stand facing death
With but a carving tool!"
As I stood and pondered on
How he'd won his fame,
I decided then and there
I could not play his game.
And as I stared into his eyes
I began to see
That we all live on borrowed time
He had no hold on me!
I threw down my butcher's blade
And said into his face
"I have lived a decent life
I'll die with no disgrace!"
I did my best upon this earth
Was honest all my years
If you intend to take me now
I'll leave behind my fears!"
The glee had vanished when he said,
"Someday you will err
And when you look into the dark
You will find me there!"
Now, even on the darkest nights,
When I hear a howl.
I think about the loss of face
In the Reaper's cowl......