Unidentified Fear

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.