On a trail of tears and sorrow
Never seeing a joyful face
Only grim silence
The one clothed in black,
With his walking stick,
Visiting those who have reached the end,
Greeting those who have given up
He leads them to a different path
Silently he glides
Alone, without a friend
He is known by all and seen by all
He strikes fear in the hearts of men
His story will not end
His journey never ending
His solitude infinite
Never to see a happy face
Only cryptic silence
The wandering stranger
Clothed in black
Death.