Cynthia Jones Poet Rhyme

The Grim Reaper Lurks

Looking out over the ocean
the Grim Reaper lurks,
he waits in the darkness
upon his face, is a smirk.

He holds his scythe
tightly in his right hand,
getting ready for another soul
'tis something he demands.

A castle stands in the distance
beneath the light of the moon,
the Grim Reaper knows
he'll have his souls soon.

The King and Queen are dying
it will be death they greet,
the Grim Reaper laughs loudly
with their souls, he does meet.

He waits in the darkness
upon his face, is a smirk,
looking out over the ocean
the Grim Reaper lurks.

Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Feb.19/2015

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John Fleming February 27, 2015 at 6:24 AM Dark and foreboding, Cynthia! Yes, the Grim Reaper ..he waits for us all. Best regards! :-) john. Cynthia Jones March 23, 2015 at 5:29 PM I was looking at a picture, when I came up with the inspiration to write this one John. Thank you so very much for stopping by to have a read and leave a comment. I truly appreciate it. *S* Cynthia