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
To be able to help others reach their true potential and go beyond what they think they can do.
My uncle, he is a shining example of a true inspiration.