WHO knocks at my door when all hope is lost?

Oh is it you? Reaper,

whisperer of the night

when night falls, you become my friend

when the sun lays waste

you become my protector

when it’s my time to ascend to the heavens,

you become my guide

your Blade as sharp as tungsten needles

your Aura as dark as a midnight sky

the warmth of your hands

as warm as cold night

Your darkness beats louder than

a body’s beating heart

flowers sink in the presence of your smiles

eyes roll in the absence your growls

your skulled face sings Melodies stronger than the midnight blues

I tremble in joy waiting for the good news

when I hear the knock at my door

I look out of the shallow shell

and I say to myself

Who knocks at my door?

Oh whisperer, oh reaper,

I’ve come to accept your crimson love

and hear your darkened roar

I praise you as the one I seek

the whisperer at my door