Dark Liberator

I am the liberator

For those who know me

The hour of darkness

For those who don’t

Cold and merciless

I am shrouded in mystery

A harbinger of sorrow,

An annihilator,

Dispassionate and indiscriminate.

I am the misunderstood truth

For many I am untimely

But I remain the slave of time

Arriving never before

Only when the hour is at hand.

The ageless dark knight

Riding his black horse

Shunned and unwelcome

I come nevertheless.

I am the beginning

And yet for most

I am the end.

Fleeing from me

But escaping not my embrace

I am the soulless collector

Of souls, holding out my hand

Helping them cross the realm

To another new journey.

I am death.