MY BRAIN (poetry)

Even the Reaper has Remorse

In a room dimly lit, where shadows embrace,
A little girl lay, her time running apace.
Her weary eyes glistened, with dreams unfulfilled,
As the Grim Reaper lurked, his purpose instilled.

"Dear Reaper," she whispered, her voice frail and weak,
"Grant me more moments, the chance that I seek.
I long for the sunshine, the laughter and play,
Oh, Reaper, please listen, don't take me away."

The Reaper, his presence foreboding and grim,
Paused for a moment, his resolve not so dim.
For no soul had pleaded, with such innocence rare,
To capture more joys, he could not ignore her prayer.

But time waits for no one, not even a child,
And the Reaper's embrace could not be beguiled.
With a voice like the wind, he began to explain,
"The end is upon you, to your soul I'll retain."

The little girl trembled, her tears on her cheeks,
Yet her spirit burned brightly, amidst passing weeks.
She asked him with courage, "Can't you delay?
Just a little longer, before I'm astray?"

The Reaper, unmoving, felt a pang in his core,
For compassion resided in his realm's darkest door.
He pondered her words, her wish, yet aware,
That life's fraying thread, he couldn't repair.

Her faltering breaths, like whispers in flight,
Echoed within him, the black shroud of night.
He watched as her dreams flickered, fluttered and sighed,
While his spectral heart faltered, near tears were implied.

With a sigh of remorse, the Grim Reaper bent low,
His touch soft as twilight, his voice kind and slow.
"Little one," he murmured, "though I hold no sway,
I offer this solace before you must stray."

He kissed her pale forehead, tucked in her dreams,
Unbound by the limits of what death redeems.
"I'll gift you a moment, a sacred reprieve,
To cherish life's beauty, all blessings receive."

The clock ceased its ticking, as the hands were reversed,
The girl's fleeting sorrow, her heart felt immersed.
Her laughter once silenced, resounded, alive,
In a world where forever, dreams could revive.
For a single night's darkness, her spirit could twine,
With a world full of colors, so vibrant, divine.

In the embrace of loved ones, her essence enshrined,
As time slipped through fingers, like sand redefined.
But as sunrise awakened, painting skies azure,
The Reaper stood watchful, his purpose secure.

With a heavy heart sigh, he whispered goodbye,
For the little girl's moment had reached its supply.
She departed embracing her memories so dear,
Yet the Reaper had changed, his essence unclear.

For in granting more time, to the little girl's plea,
He discovered a fragment of his humanity.
So, remember, dear souls, in the face of life's strife,
That even the Reaper can soften, can thrive.

For in every dark cloak, lies a heart that can mend,
And sometimes, they'll merely extend till the end. 

Word count- 420