Who Will You See?

I am called by many names, that's ancient, yet misunderstood;
I may be in my black cloak with my dark and pointed hood.
If I come to you like this and you feel dread in my manner,
I will know no one pities you, or is happily waving your banner.

I will dispatch you to a place that you have to go and see,
At this moment you'll understand; your soul will never be freed.
As you cry out into the darkness and tremble at my sight,
Seizing hold of your soul, we take a swift downward flight.

Then…….

Sometimes, I will come as an angel, all in perfect white,
Or, perhaps in a kind face, who looks like any other might.
I wait for you patiently, and will guide you into the night,
You can take my hand and we will seek refuge in the light.

I will protect you closely, so you won’t get lost on the way;
My privilege is to give you a service, or a debt I happily pay.
It's my duty to take you then, while quieting your fears,
A comfort I will give to you, while wiping away your tears.

So, be not afraid when I come to stand at your side,
There is no escaping me, even if you try to run and hide.
Peace, be delivered to those in life whom have tried,
And those who have not, will get one Hell of ride.