Dark Woods Cd
The Grim Reaper came to call
But found I was not at home
Skydiving in my freefall
Below the reaper did roam
While out white-water rafting
With a frightening scythe he stood
My demise he was planning
Secrets held beneath his hood
Upon the shore he waited
As I fished in the ocean
I knew my time was dated
As he set wheels in motion
He follows me all the time
His presence I can’t ignore
As through life’s journey I climb
There’s so much left to explore
He will come for me one day
And there’ll be no turning back
He’ll not find me in dismay
As his scythe takes its whack
Another soul he must claim
And he knows that more will come
Artists take their shot at fame
As the Reaper beats his drum
*Inspired by Emily Dickinson’s “Because I Could Not Stop for Death”
Entry for PD's "Dark Woods" contest
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2011
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