What a joy it must be to do what you are told

To do it without worry of repercussions 

Because you are doing the job set for you

It might be an odd time of year to state this

But it has been laid on me to do it

Because while Christmas celebrates life

The northern hemisphere is in a time of sleep and death

Perhaps that is why this subject comes up.

A job that needs doing is that of the reapers

Those that seek the dead

They place the dead where they need to be

Whether that be waiting for judgment 

Or going to the Arbiter

These are authorities that have dominion

Their domain is a place in between places 

They do their job so that mankind can live

Without the stench of the dead

Hanging around and causing pain

Mythical? Perhaps

But it paints the picture well

Death would hang around if it didn’t have its own business to conduct.