GRIM REAPER
Like a thief it comes in at night,
With it swung the sickle of fear,
Brought with it is the cold breeze of fright,
All along with numerous catastrophic gear,
Firm grip on the hourglass so tight,
Life isn’t far from its reach but near.
Air filled with bitterness as the weapon is swung,
Enough came the chaos with outright confusion,
Sweet-Bitter as the sound of the bell goes ding-dong,
Those affected dropped into cognitive depression,
Fueled with bitterness of those it did wrong,
Enough joy deprived from their confused state of commotion.
Apocalypse near with the stage set,
Finally the harvester of soul had emerged,
Nobody is safe from the clutch of the grim reaper’s net.
Harvested soul feasted upon and submerged,
Lost and damned souls wailing can loudly be felt,
Unannounced guest from hell keeps getting everyone gouged.
Be wary of your existence in the world,
Lost souls can never be brought back,
Gradually begun is the apocalypse with crows recalled,
Messages delivered to the dead there’s no way back,
On the loose is the harvester of soul that’d gotten its reward,
All for the exchange of every soul it returns to the dark.
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ONCE UPON A TIME
PoesieONCE UPON A TIME is a 3-in-1 poem collection circling around Reality, Love, and Horror. The compiled poems are not in any way interrelated with one another, although they portray the aura of being the best in their respective categories. Do enjoy as...
