The Reaper

My soul rages with fear

 

The knowing that, that one day shall soon appear

 

His eyes black as the widow herself

 

He who is as cruel as time itself

 

His hands stained with the black ashes of Death

 

He who feels nothing

 

Consumed by nothingness

 

A black tattered cape, faded with age

 

And the scythe that shall bring you Death as his torture weapon

 

Silence

 

Only the sound of a heart beating heavily

 

The sacrifice's heart, for the Reaper has no heart

 

The Reaper's soul, The Reaper has no soul

 

The ruler of darkness and eternity

 

In an abandoned treacherous forest you wait

 

Surrounded by darkness as the night sweeps over the dawn

 

A forest so dead, a pond filled with blackened water accompanies the forest

 

The red moon that casts a blood like glare among the forest hangs low

 

Everything so quiet, so incomplete of life that you feel completely alone in this dark, gloomy, trecherous forest at night

 

A feeling of complete loneliness, such loneliness that you feel you have been eternally shunned by society, isolated in this desolate evil forest

 

Waiting anxiously

 

Begging

 

Pleading in tears for it to end

 

Take me now

 

A feeling of slow dreadful torture

 

As you grow more and more impatient

 

Then finally the stroke of midnight calls

 

Even when the scythe summons you to Death,

 

The Reaper shall reappear in our hearts, our minds, and our souls forever

Reviews

[TBPopper]

"In an abanondoned treacherous forrest you wait." -You misspelled abandoned and forest. In fact you seem to misspell the word 'forest' throughout.

I clicked this because anything with death personified usually holds my interest, but frankly as I read it felt trite. I've read a million poems like it before, heard a million similar songs.

You seem to have a decent grasp on vocabulary, I just didn't care for the piece. Sorry.