The Herald of Death

He slithers by unnoticed each day,
While you are busy with yourself.
Never a sound along his way,
Calling out to mortals while muttering to Himself.

The Herald of Death creeps out at twilight,
And lights up new path for man

Leading way for souls in the night,
And rest a while amidst kin and clan.

How does He keep an upward glance?
How do we know He's about for a while?
How do we sense His graceful call?
How is it that we know He doth smile?

In the changed breeze He lingers for a while,
As His call blazes across the land.
Helping the souls tired feet cover weary miles,
Beckoned to resting in the realms of souls is his plan.

He's out there every single moment new.
He fades and pales from morn to noon.
His sight is a blessing for both, me and you,
Praying for the herald of the death to meet us soon.

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Glacian, in the year 569 AF.