The Grim Reaper, The god and angel of death, King of the underlife. Hes a rather tall quiet gloomy skeleton fellow in his dark robes and hooded cloak, Till he meet you, An angel from above..chained and neglected with so many wounds, But yet you were still kind and sweet, You didn't die from his touch nor was scared of him, You made him feel such emotions, He took you under his wing and made it his duty to hide you and keep you safe as He loves you very much, you were his light in his life.