Grim Reaper
With waning moon below the Horizon
the darkness fell upon the slumbered town.
An even darker phantom fell upon
the people. (Death) had descended and found
its quarry. Walking silently among
their homes until he reached a wealthy man
asleep in bed. He touched his eyes, erelong.
At once, they opened wide. "Oh, bogeyman
begone! Oh horrible dream, thou leave me!
You dreadful ghost! Who are you? I'm lord here!
I'll beckon servants. They will hear my plea."
Be silent fop! Your time has come. Give ear:
Your hedonistic life has caused much pain.
I send you where the conqueror worm reigns.
Copyright © Albert Ahearn | Year Posted 2009
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