My new found job

There are these things that follow me.
They sit and watch me from the trees.
The eyes they have are red as fire.
Killing is there one desire.

It's said to say they follow death.
Cleaning up his earthly mess.
Doing what they know he can't.
Following there masters chant.

I look at them and they look back.
Agility is what they lack.
I try to run, and get away.
There they are another day.

Death came to me in a dream.
Told me what i was to see.
The birds up in the darkened trees,
Officially now work for me.

Death looked me in the eyes.
Handed me his ancient sythe.
Said the job is newly yours.
Disappeared within a door.

There those crows were once again.
Reminding me of what he did.
I held my sythe up to the Sky's.
Angles bowed before my eyes.

The job of death is newly mine,
life unfolding within my eyes.
I command the worlds life.
I shall settle this tonight.