In shadows deep, where nightmares creep,
The evil Reaper sows and reaps,
A fiendish figure, dark and grim,
In realms where light grows dim.

With scythe that gleams with malice cold,
She hunts for souls, both young and old,
Her laughter chills the silent night,
A terror in the pale moonlight.

Eyes like coals, with wicked gleam,
In her presence, the brave would scream,
Her touch, a curse of endless pain,
Where hope dissolves, and fears remain.