I come to you when you are young
The happiness
A youthful bliss
Your life is full of games and fun
Inspires me
It sets me free
I once was young but lost it all
To mockery
Insanity
I'll set you free just heed my call
Lay down to rest
The final test
...
I come to you now years have past
Your fatherhood
A family, good
Your children mirror all your youth
They laugh and play
And rule the day
You look to me and fear the worst
You do not realize I've rehearsed
The way I'll make you fear my call
The way I make you fear your fall
...
For once your journey fades to black
You can't come back
Im coming back
Indeed I start to beat and hack
I will attack
Fear my attack
For fear is but a tool I use
To get to you
What others do
The final game a horrible ruse
You let them down
You start to lose
...
But wait
...
I'll come to you when you've grown old
And judge you by the light you hold
For if the deeds you've done are good
The light shall shine the way it should
But if within you darkness grows
And evil deeds corrupt your soul
I'll take you with early demise
For wickedness I do despise
...
The murderer faces punishment
Within their mind
I lurk behind
The rapist I shall not relent
Destroy their lives
With no "consent"
The cheaters lose the things they stole
Through lies and truths
They never told
And worst of all
the proud will fall
The things they built will
crush them all
...
But if you choose the path of light
I wait for you
With love inside
I see you gave the world your might
And now you're sad
And lost in fright
Now old an weary wishing death
Would go ahead
And do his best
So I the scream, The Reaper, grim
I set you free
For I am him...

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Reaper
ParanormaleThis is my first post, it is a republishing of my old poem The Screamer first posted on the now departed quiziilla. (rest in peace) this particular work has changed and evolved as I've become more fond of this depiction of.... A friend, a friend we...