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