Grim Poem by Mountain Man

Grim as be on this night.
A soul ever waining.
A shore to never explore.
Awaken by the presence of his being.
As the grim reaper stands before me.
Me a decision to be made.
Should I shake the hand of doom.
As he approaches,
the host with the? ? ?
A question per chance.
A dance with darkness.
for the spirit calls your name.
Name me a better place to
visit.Visit friends of the future.
Future of conquests mind bending time.
Time a gift unknown.