The man named Death

The Raven crows in the middle of the day,
Announcing Death,
The man appears out of the shadows,
Turning everything he touches into ice,
He holds the sands of times in his hands,
And is the only one who knows when you will die,
He is Death,
He is everywhere at once,
Taking and collecting souls,
He is the ultimate being,
I wonder if he is tired of his job,
Or if he loves doing it,
I do not know,
Death is the only one who does,
When people see him,
They do not have the time to ask.