Blind sytche

A blind swing strikes the world.

Irrelevant of what the judges heard.

Sight stolen by the nonexistant fate.

A swipe strikes on no particular date.

The invisible judges of our life.

Do not interfere in the final fight.

As the scythe comes to mow.

Nothing can stop it's deadly blow.

Mercy to the merciful.

Cruelness to the cruel.

This is the fairy tale,

that has ran stale.

The scythe may not follow the tale.

But others do, with great detail.

These are your brothers and sisters,

some warriors, some tricksters.

They are not as strong as the scythe,

but can be a brick wall in the final fight.