Death-the-Kidd2000

Death was a tall man, Skinny and dark, Scythe in hand, He made his mark. Death was a pale man, White and paper thin, He was redeemer, Of lost and broken kin. Death was a sad man, He hated taking souls, But dying seemed to be, The peoples only goals. Death was a good man, Merciful and kind, He was very skillful, And sound of mind. But poor death, A man of many faces, Was misunderstood, The villain in many races. But I understood, I saw through his mask, He hated his job, That unending sad task. So I stayed by his side, I learned of his lore, So now we are together, Suffering forevermore.