Moving pieces,
it's your turn..
One false move,
and you will burn..
Your queen left wide open,
the table is set..
Looking into my eyes,
you see nothing but death..
I wait patiently,
granting a final reprieve..
Then,
striking fast,
your soul belongs to me..
Your screams,
echo across the mountain tops..
Blood pours,
into the streams..
When I'm finished,
there's no evidence to be seen..
You thought,
to challenge me..
Little man,
with your lifetime of sins..
I am the Grim Reaper,
I always win..
- C. Pantoja
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Creepy Poems
Horror1st. Book in my "Creepy Poems" series. I hope you enjoy it ☠ I do read all comments, and appreciate knowing which ones are your favorites
