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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 © | Year Posted 2009




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