" the reaper's dream"

willyweed

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

 

 

  • Author: willyweed (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 10th, 2016 22:04
  • Category: Fantasy
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  • Tony36

    Awesome

  • camille

    Great work

    • willyweed

      Very nice of you to say Camille, glad you liked it. And I hope you have a nice day. peace ww

    • isituorme

      That was very good ,the end made me shudder ,would happly frame that and put it on the wall .

      • willyweed

        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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