Night Of The Reaper: An Original Non-lyrical Poem
By: Zach Brehany
Dark night
Scary night
The Reaper is comeing
Collecting
The Souls of those
That Had damned him before
Happy time
Joyous time
The Victums are dancing
Celebrating
The lost of the one
that is said to bring hell
He enters
In all of his glory
stares at them
Threw revenge starving eyes
the he waits
for the shime to ring
IT'S TIME!
He removes the syth
connects the blade
Now, the victums are fighting
Fighting for there lives.
Hours later
the Job is done
the ordeal is mastered
and as he
walks toward the beautiful moon,
he joins the
beautiful,
glorious,
romantic,
DEAD.
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