My Grimm

The Grimm

Before I began my poem I'd like to thank the follower I have who enspired it, thank so much for this idea and thanks for being a part of this @EvieMeows
                      - Kimberly Baker

He is my love, my light, but also the Grimm and dark. I live in fear of what he will really hear, nothing scares me more than what hell have in store, he'll believe there's more.

He is my Grimm, the light in my life, he's the reason he keeps me up at night, I will never leave his cold hands of death that grab the last of this life I have left.

He wants me to follow, because he knows I'll have no tomorrow, so he sits by my side and asks"Why do you waste your time in such sorrow?" I look into his deep, dark, black eyes of death and see a warm sense of love.

I realize I know what I can become, now I have fallen in love, he is my love, he is my light, he is also my Grimm, my dark, he has taken me with him til love and death do us part.

This is a start of a new afterlife, with the Grimm reaper by my side, because he is my love, my light, and the fright.