Reap

Fear me not my precious child,
All will be well in the mist and the wild,
It's not your life I've come to take.

I stand before you tall and vile,
But no harm do I pose,
So fear me not my precious child.

I see you tremble, cry, and shake,
But I will be gone before long,
It's not your life I've come to take.

You writhe and squirm beneath my smile,
With tears bearing innocence - please,
Fear me not my precious child.

You, still pure, may make mistakes,
But you still have long to go,
It's not your life I've come to take,

Bells will toll and hills will rise,
Speechless you are, distraught your soul cries,
Fear me not my precious child,
It's not your life I've come to take.