Reaper
Oh!behold the invisible hand as it creeps quietly into every soul
And leaves a trademark of noise and silence
An echo of wail that quivers into every bone marrow
A tale of fear that has been long foretold
Those that told the tale never witnessed its fold
And so all of us would likewise end untold
Strong hands that have paved the way for fresh blood
And has dried away old folks
Like a thief in the night he comes in his old robe
Alone he rides bringing no one along except his own soul
He his happy to see his friend SOUL
Smiles at him but SOUL’S bright face turns cold
He then walks him through a boulevard of darkness till he reaches his abode
Sent by the Lord of the Heavens and the Lords of the Earth
Such faithful servant as him has never been yet
Brave as the lion and but the lion saw him and it's heart melt
An old man painted in black but made from light
His presence welcomes emptiness and peaceful flight
A succor to everyone , what a painful delight
Oh Lord!, Oh Lord!
His works we pray you do stop
His power we pray you do mock
Men use him against men
Gods use him among men
And yet he is still avoided
The master of dark arts taking hearts,I beseech your kindness unto me
May you go far and never come again
Let me please my head in peace
And be long gone till I rest in peace
Copyright © Afolayan Samuel | Year Posted 2017
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