The little boy walked to school,
On a sunny, bright day,
The sky was blue and cool,
As he went to school.

He sat with his friends,
Chatting about their games,
Unaware of the danger, their end,
As the beautiful day went on.

The reaper walks in the building,
Slowly looming, impendig darkness,
As he walked down the hall,
The end is near, very near.

The lightning strikes,
As the boy feels dark and eerie,
Seeing the bright light, the loud noise,
The end is here.

As the reaper heard the sirens,
As he turned his scythe on him,
The reaper ran away, vanished a shroud,
On a sunny bright day.