Begotten Scion
Woman
Born of Earth
Clothed in silken leaves
And velvety petals
Mother Nature
Embraces the
Man
Born of Space
Adorned in white robe
Forever bearing
The hour glass
Father Time
A kiss of ages
A love in tempest
Begetting scion
Spawning their offspring
Breath from Mother
Mortality from Father
He dons the scythe
Clad in black robe
Hood pulled over
Grinning skull
What shall we call him
Father times son
Mother Nature’s child
There is only one name fitting
This Grim Reaper…
…Death!