Death in his soulm black mysterious clock. Inside holds only his true idenmtity, he is still known well to all. Swooping in and taking what is not his, and what we love. This is merly Death's job. Death fallows each of us waiting for the moment he takes us away with no mercy in his proloundged journey. Death with his seth by his sid, wills his mission in ruthless ways,
his cloak forever mysterious,
his identity forever hidden.
Death know matter what gets in his way is still known to all, and all is known to him. Death is still known to all and to all he shall come.