The Reaper.
On a dark and cloudless windy nightWhen doors are shut and bolted
Appeared a figure so deathly white
His presence soon was noted
A nearby dog began to whine
And cowered in a corner
From a lonely house a light did shine
Inside there sat a mourner
Her tears they fell like autumn leaves
Upon the cold stone floor
She would give away her heart and soul
To see her love once more
Meanwhile outside the window stood
His face against the pane
The weather did not bother him
His body numbed by shame
And as he gazed upon her form
He wished his role would change
And bring to someone happiness
Instead of only pain
And so he walked into the night
His shame still going deeper
For this man he has no friends
The one they call the REAPER.
Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2005-11-18 at 17:54
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