The Grim Reaper Lurks
Looking out over the ocean
the Grim Reaper lurks,
he waits in the darkness
upon his face, is a smirk.
He holds his scythe
tightly in his right hand,
getting ready for another soul
'tis something he demands.
A castle stands in the distance
beneath the light of the moon,
the Grim Reaper knows
he'll have his souls soon.
The King and Queen are dying
it will be death they greet,
the Grim Reaper laughs loudly
with their souls, he does meet.
He waits in the darkness
upon his face, is a smirk,
looking out over the ocean
the Grim Reaper lurks.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Feb.19/2015
Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015
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