He rides a steed
Of evil breed
He speeds through the night
Shedding no light
He carries a sword
He has always adored
It is called The Messenger
It once belonged to Lucifer
But now it's his
And only his
He walked up to your bed
With nothing said
His sword touched you
And soon your spirit flew
Your body shuddered
Your heart fluttered
And so you died
And he never cried
He is Death