An Angel And Her Reaper

I've danced with the reaper

For most of my life.

Not fearing death,

Or scared by his scythe.

An angel and the reaper

Dancing toe to toe.

Both very lonely creatures

With no where to go.

The reaper would always

Sit with me while I'd cry,

And he took my hand

One to many times.

I would do as I please

While he led the way.

One day he will take me,

And that might be today.

An angel and her reaper

To close for anyone to know.

The last time I see my reaper

Will be the day that I shall go.

SS