Death in Plain Sight

cold as night and walks alone with no fear in mind.
hates all those live, hates the face of mankind.
his talent refined sharp as his scythe.
forgotten and deemed a myth.
speak his name you're drawn to have spit.
instead of recognizing his potential.
ignorant knowledge is indeed consequential.
you'll never know his face because he blends in with his place.
no one will know his warm embrace.