The Reaper

In the darkness with no light,

He watches you, but out of sight.

You'll never hear him, not at all,

but when He comes you will fall.

You can not run, you can not hide,

but when He's done you will die.

The Reaper comes, he's feeling grim,

you have no say, your futures dim.

He reaches out a hand for you to take,

it's the last choice you have to make.

There's no escaping, it's your time,

He tells you everything will be fine.

He grabs his sickle, you take his hand,

it's just all bone, you should've ran.

He takes your life extremely fast,

He's all done, he's completed his task.

That darkness fades, the light appears,

who will save the next from their worst fears.

Reviews

[alesuriko]

Great imagery and your rhyme and rhythm are superb! The line "He takes your life extremely fast" seemed a little off from the rest of the poem but it doesn't disrupt the flow too much. I really love Reaper related poetry, very dark. Well done.

[HorrorMaster]

Awesome poem and I love the reaper.

[Jennika has a short att..]

Great poem, and nice subject. I have to say I had an obsession with the Grim Reaper about two years ago.
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Random review huh? It's worth it cause you getta 100/100.

[Soul Magic✯]

life is definitely short. no telling when he will come. great flow to the very end. very well written