Grim Reaper Grim Reaper
Come to awaken the dreamless sleeper
With gown of black and scythe in hand
Beside one’s soul you’ll patiently stand.
Assured of one’s soul I know you’ll wait
Your beckoning portends one’s morbid fate
Escorting one from this world to the next
Never likely to runout of guests.
Modern man lives ensconced in ignorant bliss
Until jolted by death’s cold passionless kiss
Come and awaken the dreamless sleeper
Grim Reaper Grim Reaper.
The basilisk, that feathery serpent, shalt zeal and mealy diners shall burn the fat livestock until englutted but this arrowhead does not deter unless one such valiant god strums that homage to be paid in ringlets, like golden peaks that drip flaming golden wax, the climb is taxing but preeclampsia is not unmatched.
The metal scythe like science-fiction machinery whirring passed the farmhouses as dusk enclosed them willingly, soft keystrokes chimed across the fields to the north to sour the fall of the denizens makers are wild on the hunt, but those felled by this reaper took the brunt of the scorned, so this was their last look upon the earth in all realities, the bell chimes for those, and this reaper shalt battle through that first course of lesser bushes and miserly zeal.
greedy grubby grabby grimy grainy grim reaper
was angry with his wife, a wild woman on Thursday
He decided to break some rules and be a window peeker
We must report that many did not escape his wrath that day.
Six ravens, black as pitch -
at the signal, all will switch.
One bird flies leaving five.
While one man's soul is still alive,
his body's in a ditch.
Five monks in an abbey, cloiste'd
with five cats 'neith ceilings, joisted.
One forgot to say his prayers.
His body's at the bottom of the stairs,
while his soul is hoisted.
Four candles, all aflame -
don't you think it is a shame
that nobody heard the shout,
as one of them was snuffed out,
while no one knew his name.
Three little maids from school -
one forgot the golden rule
leaving not a jot or clue.
Now there are but two.
Don't play her for a fool.
Two paths vanished in the wood.
Only one did as she should,
taking the path less travelled...well, not quite,
and returned on that frightful night.
The other is gone for good.
The devil said, "You have one chance -
that is to say, 'May I have this dance?'"
And now my story's done,
because, alas, there are none.
Should I have warned you in advance?
With lank longish hair, of virtue most spare
Hollow cheeked, with joints that creak..An elderly evil proponent of deaths i see there is a reek a pungence of cadavers in such abundance, he knows not where he has buried children a'plenty Grandfathers their
Wives, but then for satan he strives.' He must at least rank as a liutennant skull and
Cross bones on his pennant, a trace of accord..He has trodden the boards floors he is invisible on the black squares.' And will never give up his share.' He mooted for
Guvenor of Gaza, no other i dare could
Show such brass neck.' Of tony blair, who will
Be, no doubt? flexing his ropey old pecs.'
Monday morning sneaks through shack and grime,
Bullets whirr where drug barons plot their trade,
Gatas tread gingerly.wasting hours and time.
The spaza hums,mugs chime,Rooibos Tea in the lane,
Bambinos sidestep shadows,mae geri into dustty tins,
Old timers murmur incantations under the day's first pain.
Smog sprinkles from braai stands where mamtanies fry,
Pirated Kalashnikovs twinkle in the sun's first glare,
Yet souls beat steady,declining lies.
Klevahs shuffle,wallets empty,agrrements whispered fast,
Tiny tots peep through windows,hearts throbbing loud,
Even in agony,a tenacious hope holds steady steadfast.
Through shacks,mirth trembles,sharp but bright,
The day starts with grit,with pain,with dreams,
In this dream struggle, the spirit fights for light.
What horror hides behind these walls
That seem to stare with piercing eyes?
The halls--they echo sound like calls
For aid as from tormented cries.
Why do dark shadows seem to reign,
Usurp what little light remains?
This room breathes doom or some such bane,
Each creak gives off some death-like strains.
And who are these whose faces masked
Bend over me with visage grim?
They prod, they pinch, they poke unasked
I struggle but can’t move a limb.
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Delighted to see you again
Even if for just one day,
Tomorrow has been cancelled
Especially stopped for you~
Remember life is but a puff of breath~
Maybe you forgot the deal I penned for you
Inked at the stroke of midnight,
Now payment is due~
Endorse this voucher with your blood,
Delay is not allowed on unhappy Halloween!
I am not certain sea
is always deep,
no-matter its depth --
As professed love is sometimes
only speech rehearsed, well prepped.
And the sun, though illustriously
shines, can be blind, victim of
self undulating light --
as all
stars, in time, blink out~ sliced from
the heavens by, the eternally appointed,
darkly shrouded, Ever-cleaving Scythe
of Night....
Death walks slowly down the street
with the hood pulled way down low
ain't no sound no not even his feet
his hourglass ready to go
are you ready hey are you ready for this
are you sitting on the edge of your seat
out of the doorway the soul-scythe rips
the end prepare to meet yeah
'bomp' 'bomp' 'bomp'
another goes to the dogs
'bomp' 'bomp' 'bomp'
another falls off his log
and another one gone and another one gone
another one down the bogs
hey I'm gonna get you too
another one pops his clogs
With apologies to Freddie Mercury (1946 – 1991) & Queen
And now the sun
a brief journey to set
fierce battle on the horizon;
day and night
warring for dominance
though the hour
favors the latter --
let us choose our surrogate
wisely, Grim the cloaked
Reaper keeping score --
The grim reaper eyes glow
as the god you pray to.
Fear tickles my feet as
I sink into his arms. I feel
at home.
The Scythe sings a song of
demise, so now I open my
mouth and close my eyes.
The imagery has appeared,
a dark cloud of saddness
is here.
My eyes cry black liquid
as my mouth cries for help.
I've left without knowing,
as my life is without help.
The sound of piercing flesh
in the abyss, I came
here so I wouldn't be missed.
My skin has become like sandpaper
Blotches showing up everywhere
A pimple resides at the end of my nose
Some areas have unwanted hair
What 's happening to this body of mine
Seems it's just about falling apart
Ankles are swollen to twice their size
Been expelling a whole lot of farts
It's referred to as the ageing process
Is this what's in store from now on
No more of this sleeping to noon
Always up at the crack of dawn
Needing to pee three times a night
My back teeth are floating around
Cramps in my legs are driving me nuts
And my PJs keep falling down
A hell of a mess this ageing process
Not a damn thing a person can do
Hang in there my friends, it won't be long
The grim reaper will be calling you soon!
Spotted coat, sharp teeth,
Cackles break the night's dark hush,
Wild pack's hungry hunt.
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