For those poor souls,
wandering upon these unholiest of grounds..
This be your only warning,
before ye are found..
The Reaper here does wander,
collecting souls that have lost their way..
He's been here a very long time,
too long,
some may say..
Turn now,
run if you can..
For if you be caught,
know it will be a very painful end..
For this is no mere escort,
to the afterlife..
He was but the first,
the last,
you shall see this night..
- 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
