Reaper Shall Rome

In shadows cast by dying light, The Reaper Shall Rome through endless night. With silent steps, he claims his prize, Beneath moonlit skies, all hope denies. Through barren fields with sorrow's mourn, Harvesting souls for which he's sworn. In moon's embrace, he waits and roams, Guiding lost souls to their final homes. From birth to death, the cycle turns, As the Reaper Shall Rome, no one discerns. Yet deep within his empty soul, Lies tales untold, forever bold. Tread lightly now upon life's stage, For the Reaper Shall Rome, through every age. No man or beast can ever hide, From the Reaper's stride, with terror beside. In darkness dwells eternal fate, At death's cold gate, they all await. But do not despair, nor fear him near, For the Reaper Shall Rome, to bring hope clear. As seasons change and time goes by, The Reaper Shall Rome with purpose high. In every breath, he brings release, Offering peace, eternal peace. So let us live with purpose strong, Embrace each dawn, for it won't be long. For the Reaper Shall Rome, with grace and care, To lead us where, our souls repair.