She walks the earth, a solitary figure Cloaked in black, Her eyes, so dark and deep, Peer through the veil of death. She moves with grace, and carries a scythe that's sharp and bright

Her eyes, so empty and void,

Gaze upon the world with disdain.

She carries with her a heart,

A cold and lifeless bane.

her touch is cold as ice. Her victims, she will freeze, And leave them in a state of vice.

She takes the lives of the wicked, Guiding them to their end. A killer, in the flesh, But to her task, she's been ordained.

She stalks the night in silence, A shadowy figure seen. She comes to claim the lives, Of those who've done unclean.

She is the grim reaper, come to claim her due She takes the souls of the living, and leads them to their fate But this girl, she is not what she seems For she is not the one who wields the blade, but rather its wielder's queen

She stalks the streets at night,

A silent, deadly foe.

She comes to claim the lives,

Of those whose time to go.

She moves with grace and silence, A predator on the prowl. Her touch is cold as ice, Her victims, she will cower.

She is not a monster, But a messenger of death. She comes to take you home, To your eternal rest.

She is the daughter of death, born of shadow and strife She walks the earth, a being of immense power and might with a single glance, she can take a life but she does not use her power, for she has found a different way to fight

In the land of the dead,

She reigns supreme.

A queen of sorts,

With her scythe, her only scheme.

She guides the souls to their fate, And shows them the way. Through the darkness and the light, Until their dying day.

Do not be afraid, For she is not your foe. She is a guardian of sorts, A harbinger of woe.

She walks among the living, a protector of the weak She fights for justice, and for those who cannot speak She is a guardian, a guardian of the dead She uses her power to fight for those who cannot fight, for those who are mistreated and misled

She is a girl, but she is also so much more She is the grim reaper, the bringer of death's dark roar But she is not feared, for she is a force of good She fights for justice, and for those who are misunderstood

Fear not the grim reaper, For she is but a guide. She will lead you to the end, And leave you satisfied.

So if you see her walking, do not be afraid

For she is not the one who will end your days She is a guardian, a protector of the weak She is the grim reaper, but also so much more, a hero of the meek.