I’ll Hand you your Scythe,

I’ll spread your deathly blight

I will even steal souls with your Knife!

But I will NOT give you my life

No matter your price

My soul is darker than your Cloak

My will, stronger than your scythe

My wit, quicker than your swing

I am your Bane

Your counterpart, Your soul sharer

Take me?

You cannot

I am you

You are me

Death… You cannot

Take me