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The Reaper’s Prayer

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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  1. 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!

  2. 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!

  3. 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.

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