Death in a Red Hood

Death in a red hood, a grim symphony plays, Silent shadows dance, as life's echoes fade away. In shades of crimson, whispers of fate unfold, Where mysteries hide, secrets never to be told. Beneath the crimson veil, the lost souls reside, Their voices silenced, forever trapped inside. Embracing darkness, Death's touch ever so near, A final breath stolen, as love turns into fear. Through timeless nights, the red hooded figure roams, Collecting souls' sorrows, as hearts turn to stone. In the realm of shadows, where souls find their rest, Death in a red hood, the eternal guest. With each passing twilight, each waning moon's glow, Death's presence envelopes, its purpose to bestow. From birth to demise, a cycle woven in red, An ancient dance of life, where nothing can be fled. In the tapestry of existence, we all play a part, Unraveled by Death's hands, so delicate and dark. As the red hooded specter guides us to our end, A new beginning awaits, beyond the final bend. So fear not the crimson, the hooded figure's might, For Death in a red hood is the guide to our light.