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March of the Reaper

Blue sky turning cobalt Black cloak in the wind A skeletal shape Looking for the innocents sins Ravens above In frantic flight Their master they chase Decrepit delight Scythe in swipe Cutting and swathing All before him Bloodied craving The sands of time Around his waist In timely pursuit His deathly taste Don't fear the Reaper For the innocents with no sins Will rise in their might And the cleansing begins The previously fallen Apparition wraith Unification of right As they follow their faith Cobalt to sky blue The heavens lights in shine Don't fear the Reaper Follow the divine http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy4.php

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Donna Golden

Date: 8/15/2009 1:42:00 PM

Amen, James! This is a wonderfully creative and dynamic piece! It is going into my faves! Blessings, Donna

Corinne Curcio

Date: 8/15/2009 12:21:00 PM

Ooooh - mysterious and creepy and very evocative of the Reaper

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 8/15/2009 10:09:00 AM

I could vividly see the ferryboat man (or reaper) surveying the human souls, seeking one to pluck and take to Hades. Love the last two lines, for we have no fear of death when we know we have done our best in this life. Divine rewards await! Excellent write, James. Love you! Carolyn

Diane Christian

Date: 8/15/2009 6:04:00 AM

a great powerful write, I like your style James this is a fave for sure, God bless you from diane

Sara Kendrick

Date: 8/15/2009 4:27:00 AM

The last stanza is very appealing. The last line gracious. Nicely written. Keep writing. Sara:)