i'm made up of legend
i'm shrouded in myth
i'm composed of your children's lost dreams

i'm linked to the darkness
i carry a scythe
and i row down a river of screams

i dwell in a cave
on the edge of your mind
ever-present and waiting to strike

i'm always around
you can't leave me behind
i'm not usually very well-liked

without me this world
would be filled to the brim
with the failures of nature's design

the hedges of life
are the ones that i trim
i will find you when i'm so inclined