To the emissary of death

Clad in a robe of darkness
A guest unwelcome yet never leaves
Known but a stranger still
An end but a beginning
Breaks in pieces yet rests in peace
With a piercing cry and a knowing calm he serves
A song and a sigh to the heart he brings
Dance and despair as one they become
That one clad in the darkness, he returns…
An emissary of death that he is

Doo