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Merciful Reaper
And the cemetery was still, The Reaper looming over his kill. Every face bearing a look so grim Gazing at the pall near the pit's rim. None understood why she was taken that night, It made no sense; it didn't seem right. Seven years are far too few To call a life full that was so new. But the casket lay by the hole it would fill As the angels wept and the cemetery was still. And the cemetery was so oppressively gloom As it accepted soil so the child it might entomb. The heavens joined family and friends as they grieved For the light, the beauty, from them the Reaper bereaved. Silent he stood at the foot of her grave While memories washed over him in a wave. She had cried and screamed; begged for reprieve. Which is why he reached out; her pain to relieve. In his eternal eyes the reasons were clear. He pulled her from torment; spared her her fears. And as a lone diamond tear fell from his dome, He whispered, "apologies, dear child, but the cemetery is sanctuary, The cemetery is home." Written May 18th, 2016.
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