Reaper's Hands

Reaper's Hands

A Poem by Raevyne

Tendons crawling beneath skin
Pulling fingers like puppets
Make dull drum-beats on flesh

Innocuous as serpents
False-sleeping in wait
For a motive, a last caress

I stare, transfixed
By these merciless digits
Cruel, grasping talons
Creased by terrible things
With blood beneath their nails
And sin in their purpose

Willow, sharp, seductive
They hold you at your last breath
With a caress like a goodbye

Spidery, pale claws
Intertwining with mine.

© 2010 Raevyne


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amazing poem
i enjoyed reading This :)
Your Friend Demi

Posted 9 Years Ago


This was absolutley beautiful! The words work perfectly together with a nice flow.

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Added on December 31, 2009
Last Updated on January 1, 2010
Tags: dark death

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Raevyne
Raevyne

Baltimore, MD



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