A song I wrote a while ago :)
The Reaping
Deep in the forest,
Hidden in the sand,
There stands a strange black-hooded man.
Silent and mean, scythe in hand,
He draws the dream death-dealing hand.
Deep in the forest,
Beneath the moon,
A being lies - beauty defined.
Silent and sweet she cries
This is where my dreams go to die.
Deep in the lands,
Below black skies,
A figure waits to claim his prize.
Your dreams are now dead.
His hunger is being fed.
Here is where the Reaper stays.
Beneath the moon,
Hidden the far away,
Your dreams come to die
In a peaceful way.
It feels like you're giving up,
but really you're just
Growing up.
Deep in the lands,
Below black skies,
A figure waits to claim his prize.
Your dreams are now dead,
His hunger is being fed.
Her is where your Reaper waits.
It's time to give up,
Your body lies cold,
Your soul has been taken,
Bought and sold.
You shouldn't have dreamed so sweet,
For now where they lay
Is dead at your feet.
I'm so sorry
You found out this way,
But it's the Reaper's game
And this is how he plays
He lives in your mind
'Till your end of days
And this is how mankind is played.
Maybe one day
You'll come back again,
With another life
And new soul to spend
Deep in the forest,
Hidden in the sand,
There stands a strange black-hooded man
Silent and mean, scythe in hand,
He draws the dream death-dealing hand.
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