With a touch he comforts me,

Away where mortals cannot see.

A bony hand upon my cheek,

He does not laugh, he does not speak.

I gaze into his eyes of black,

And I know there's no turning back.

I clutch his hand and follow near,

He puts to rest my every fear.

Upon the icy wind we ride,

In silence, I am by his side.

My mind, it tries to understand,

I think quietly, who is this man?

Then at once I feel his breath,

He whispers in my ear,

                                      "I'm Death."