Definition Poem

You won't be prepared,
When he knocks on your door.
Clothed in black,
Or clothed in white,
As tall as a tree,
Or as small as a child.
Maybe your eyes would burn at the very sight of him.
No one has had the chance to tell.

You can run,
But you can't hide,
From what awaits you.
With a wave of an arm,
Or a whisper of sweet words.
I see the sky has darkened,
The cold breeze of the night,
Passing by.
He's here.
Alas, you too will soon be gone.