The Reaper

For a contest.

He came one morn with his cold blank eyes

and searched the room til he found his prize.

He came one morn with his cold blank eyes

and heard each one of their cheerful lies.

He came at noon while the people cried

and waited by the fireside.

He came at noon while the people cried

and watched the family say goodbye.

He came at night in a cloak of black

and took the hand of the dying man.

He came at night in a cloak of black

and whispered words to the tortured land.

He stood at dawn with his cold blank eyes

and slowly told him "now's the time."

He stood at dawn with his cold blank eyes

and quick and silent raised his scythe. 

Reviews

[Miss Sharon]

Whoa! This is marvelous. A great write for this season of the year. ~Sharon

[Epicness]

Thanks Sharon :)

[Devons]

The sounds and feels as it reads has a galloping nature in speed and it flows like water over the tongue. It is rather well written and the rhyme scheme well thought out and executed with intelligence, without being forced. All in all, this is a proficient production of lyrical poetry in its almost purest form.

[Epicness]

Thank you and thanks for reading :)