Grim Reaper Cherub
Grim Reaper Cherub has a feeling of power for sure
She wields her scythe and keeps her deadly mind pure.
We see her on the swing, and we wonder if she will lure.
Others to their death, and if so, is there a cure?
Grim Reaper Cherub enjoys the swing so fine.
Others want to cut in, but she says, “No. This is mine!”
I watch as she draws with her left foot a line.
Cross over that, and you will be full of sad whine!
Grim Reaper Cherub is rapidly circled by others.
Some of them are my aunts, uncles, cousins and brothers.
They are soon joined by great-grandfathers and grandmothers.
Who in their bed that night hide under their shivering covers.
Grim Reaper Cherub is not often seen.
He always appears each year on eve of Halloween.
We see him showing out, his eyes are incredibly green.
An offspring of Frankenstein, but he is not ever mean.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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