Russell Sivey Poet Free verse

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The Grim Reaper

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

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John Arribas December 8, 2017 at 4:18 PM please excuse me i wrote a poem long ago by the same title and recently finished it by the same title. sorry

Indiana Shaw September 28, 2017 at 4:35 PM Oooh I'm off . . . *o*

Patricia Cresswell September 24, 2017 at 5:34 PM i would get hm a makeover Russell dying is scary enough. You gave me the chills.

Jan Allison September 24, 2017 at 10:16 AM gee Russell the pic chilled me and your descriptive imagery is deep dark and scary!:-) hugs jan xx

Arthur Vaso September 24, 2017 at 12:14 AM When the Reaper himself comments you know the poem hit the mark! I loved this!

Nette Onclaud September 22, 2017 at 2:10 PM how eerie and well done...russell, are preparing for your favorite celeb, halloween?...wow, huggs

Becca Teagan September 22, 2017 at 1:48 PM oh this is so creepy, gave me chills!

Silent One September 22, 2017 at 1:08 PM Damn... very dark and deep.. An excellent writr my friend..

Vijay Pandit September 22, 2017 at 6:25 AM A sad but true assessment--you have penned this well Russell--a unique theme!