Who walks there darkly

Can it be Janus, his clock out of time?

No. Janus never was hooded,
His need to straddle past and soon
Precluded such frippery.

But who is this person and what the tool?
A farmer monk on his way to market?

I bid thee Good Day Sir.
Tell me your news.

Let me see your face.

My God.  It is Death with his scythe
And who is this other, your double in black?

Your  tallyman with his knife and stick.