Reaper

On each finger,

They are stringed,

A master puppeteer,

With all lines frayed.

 

Deathis my constant companion,

A child shadowed by sorrow.

All my friendly intention,

Leads to misery on the morrow.

 

My destiny,

As Death's shephard,

Is to take you from the lively,

And lead you to the depressed.

 

But no more,

You dared to touch my angel.

Now it has become unfair,

And you will pay the reputtal.

 

This is our fight,

Mine and Cody's,

Against the creator of blight,

Against Death's masteries.

 

My life is mine to give,

And Cody holds it in his hands.

If he is unable to live,

Daeth will lose his only friend.