The Reapers Song
The midnight moon was full of woe
As ravens soared within its glow
Echoes of the reaper's song
Drift on dark clouds all night long
She who plays is dressed in black
and as her threnody meanders through the mist
the caw of ravens echo back,
On these the reaper does subsist
Her violin sows sorrow and despair
And reaps a river filled with tears
Her beauty belies her deadly tune
So sweet the sound to charm the moon
The thickening mist obscures the moon
Death's melody plays on, without regret
The fallen, through the fields are strewn,
And many more souls will pay their debt
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4/6/17
Contest: The Poets Shadow
Sponsor: Greg Barden
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