My name is death
I am the reaper
Spectre of Death
I wear a black gown
I carry a large scythe
And I don’t frown
I am shadow under the hood
I am a funerary art
I take you for good
I have different names
Yama, Thanatos, Emma
Oh! I have lot of surnames
I am the reaper grim
I take you on a whim
I am the only him
I take your soul
Leave a hole
I like it foul
Anand Dixit
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/grim-reaper-8/
