A fate that we will never defeat,
A man that we will never meet;
A woman that we will never see,
But a child will It ever be?
It will change Its submergence to suite Its taste,
And sometimes when He’s in good haste;
She’ll leave you splashing, all mortal and brave,
Until It drowns you in a watery, inert grave.
Your eyes never see It, like wind, vapor and air,
But He’ll drift behind you when you don’t know He’s there;
Then gently Her smoky hands will bring you down,
Erasing your memory from this living town.
It is known as the Soul Keeper,
He is scythe bearer, The Grim Reaper;
She comes in dreams as Lady Death,
and always their deadly kiss will steal our breath.
