Who is neither our enemy nor our friend, but can get us to confess all of our nightly sins?

Who never judges nor celebrates us and always lends a helping hand?

Who will be there in the end to see us off to our Homecoming game?

In blackened robes and flowing gowns, almost like the angel of the darkened ground.

No one can escape this maddened man; he cares for no one's sake but his very own.

He comes and goes whenever his death bell sounds and our tears do nothing to stop his fate.