The Grim Reaper
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Holding onto his scythe
The massive scythe of death
The reaper looks for your soul
There is a small empty lantern
That houses dead souls inside
Swinging on the scythe of death
Death, with his rags for clothes
Just hiding the bones beneath
Power is under that dark hood
Standing tall and quite formattable
Wind whipping the fragments
Of his enormous tattered cloak
He’s just waiting till it’s time
To come before you and swing
The scythe of death…
Capturing your soul forever
Russell Sivey
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2017
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