Reaper
Upon the wall, dancers of
flame; the fool consumed,
of waterfall's grey.
Impending fate, has today resumed.
Unseen, passing through, a hand
taken; Soul removed. Brutal
carnage; His eternal soup. Battle,
disease, the awakening troop.
His Scythe, tempered, the cut
is true; Unforeseen, 'twas a midnight
hue. Wheat fields bleed, in misty
plight; Night has come, a Hell Hound
bite.
Hymnal weeping; that echoing
pitch. Six feet down, a sepulchral ditch.
Diamond tears, a stifled shout; for
there is Silence, when the lights go
out...
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