=Blue Eyes=

The eyes of Death are blue.
Not black, as some might guess,
Or any fatal hue.
You wonder now and ask,
How could I ever know.
Ah! I saw him one night,
Trudging through falling snow-
Long scythe, black cloak on white
Carving its way behind-
His hooded guise a blur;
Save his eyes where you'll find
Two orbs wholely azure;
Save his voice where you'll hear
Him call out so precise-
My name and I did fear
It was time for my demise.