The Reaper


This poem was inspired by the myth of the Grim Reaper. He is know for collecting the souls from people when their time is up.  

I saw a figure 
Descending down
Upon a feeble body;
Reaping 'way life 
With it's own breathing. 

That foul figure 
Paralyzed me,
Into a macabre fear
That stiffened me,
While it disappeared. 

The feeble being
That I had seen 
No longer was it breathing 
The figure, a brute,
Took life an' now me. 
By Evelyn Creon

Comments

Bella Putt said…
Wow! Great job with the descriptions!
Idazle said…
Thank you, Bella. ❤

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