spending time alone- afraid- pondering decisions made
the reaper walks- the sinners moan- collecting dues before the dawn
his boney finger-taps his list-he reaches out-to place his kiss
the breath of death-is on the lips
awaken by a silent scream-welcome to the reaper’s dream
he slowly turns-his hooded head-his eyes are empty-cold and dead
he scrolls his list-to find my name-I tremble now-in fear and shame
what would I give to be acquitted-for all the sins-I have committed
moving slowly, his sickle raised-the walking dead-the waking grave
he comes to me-with deaths embrace-to place his kiss upon my face
the hounds of hell now howl and scream-and rip me from my life serene
and take me to the-reaper’s dream-not life or death but in between
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Author:
willyweed (
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- Category: Fantasy
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Comments3
Awesome
Great work
Very nice of you to say Camille, glad you liked it. And I hope you have a nice day. peace ww
That was very good ,the end made me shudder ,would happly frame that and put it on the wall .
Thanks isituorme if I put them on the wall, well at least I wouldn't have to paint.
you may like the puppet master, ww
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