I am he whom governs death
For when thou taketh thine final breath
Mine shadow rises at thine feet
Thy weak and weary soul to greet
Thou must now leave thy corpse alone
As the mourning lay thine frigid bones
Fear not mine sickle or blackened cloak
For I shall not torment thine ghost
Thy next life beyond this world doth dwell
And requiem bids thy spirit farewell
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Daaamnnn.. You killed this flow! 🔥🔥🔥🔥
I really enjoyed the choice of words, as well.
Great piece, my friend!
Thank you Jerome! Was paying extra attention to the flow this time around, glad you caught that!
Good poem. Good thing I don’t scare easy or I’d be under the bed by now.lol
Ha ha, I was hoping it would be more surreal than scary, but at least it invokes emotion! Thank you Jarid!
I agree with Rome = The flow is epic, man 🙂 Love the use of language here as well as the intriguing concept. I totally dig this write!
Thank you Cyrus! I always liked grappling with the idea of the Grim Reaper being a bringer of peace rather than dread.