The grim reaper known across the cosmos
For ferrying souls to the other side.
I was in my battle dress.
I thought that he had come for me,
All he wanted was a game of chess.
So There I was facing death,
While my comrades were guided
To the other side. Here I was
busy playing chess..
With orcus his trusty scythe,
Was standing by his side.
A hooded spectre I confess,
Looking for a game of chess.
He said if a mortal should win,
He would be granted.
A second chance of life,
For I had no wish to join my
comrades, In their afterlife
With a slight of hand,
Because I knew I can.
Even though it was a sin,
I cheated death out of his win.
Skip eighty years ahead,
I still dream about the grim reaper.
How I cheated my way out of death,
All over a lousy game of chess.
Why the mortar didn't kill me,
They all wondered how I survived.
My face so badly burned alive,
With a body broken up inside.
For I died a thousand times,
Each night knowing I had lied.
There was no one to hear my screams,
As each day I slowly died.
Asrael Thanatos grim reaper,
Come quench this miserable existence.
I beg of you take my unworthy life,
In death to the other side.
The grim reaper heard my penance,
Suddenly I was back in my battle dress.
Apologising for the way I cheated death,
As I cried he heard me as I confessed.
Confused I looked down and saw,
That same game of chess.
Only this time I welcomed death,
As he took my soul to the afterlife.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2024-06-25 at 11:21
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For ferrying souls to the other side.
NIGHT TERROR 6
I met him on the battlefield,I was in my battle dress.
I thought that he had come for me,
All he wanted was a game of chess.
So There I was facing death,
While my comrades were guided
To the other side. Here I was
busy playing chess..
With orcus his trusty scythe,
Was standing by his side.
A hooded spectre I confess,
Looking for a game of chess.
He said if a mortal should win,
He would be granted.
A second chance of life,
For I had no wish to join my
comrades, In their afterlife
With a slight of hand,
Because I knew I can.
Even though it was a sin,
I cheated death out of his win.
Skip eighty years ahead,
I still dream about the grim reaper.
How I cheated my way out of death,
All over a lousy game of chess.
Why the mortar didn't kill me,
They all wondered how I survived.
My face so badly burned alive,
With a body broken up inside.
For I died a thousand times,
Each night knowing I had lied.
There was no one to hear my screams,
As each day I slowly died.
Asrael Thanatos grim reaper,
Come quench this miserable existence.
I beg of you take my unworthy life,
In death to the other side.
The grim reaper heard my penance,
Suddenly I was back in my battle dress.
Apologising for the way I cheated death,
As I cried he heard me as I confessed.
Confused I looked down and saw,
That same game of chess.
Only this time I welcomed death,
As he took my soul to the afterlife.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
Read 62 times
Written on 2024-06-25 at 11:21
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