The Reaper.

On a dark and cloudless windy night
When 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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Zoya Zaidi
Wow! Pen, what a perfect piece!
It gives such a humane face to the REAPER...
It reminds me of this fable where the angel of death comes to take the soul of a beautiful girl and falls in love with her...
There's also a film, I think' 'Joe
Black', where Brad Pitt comes to take Anthony Hopkins life and falls in love with his daughter!
Perfect Rhyme and rhythm too!
Bravo! Pen
((((Hugs for the Reaper)))
You really made me sympathize with him.
"And so he walked into the night
His shame still going deeper"
These lines are awesome!!!
2005-11-19



wrote as only you can,,another masterpiece ,,,fantastic Eddy
2005-11-19


Alexander
So perfectly written. I simply loved the poem. It had a great flow and was built in an amazing way. Thank You:)
2005-11-18