Fear The Reaper
Fear The Reaper.
For he will take your hand.
And lead you into darkness instead of light.
Showing you the ruin he
has created on your behalf.
Forcing you to look, unable
to cringe away.
He has one goal, to make you
uncomfortable, awkward and ill at ease.
Right before he takes your life.
The chill suddenly creeps upon you at
its sudden arrival. He is barely seen,
face and hands hidden.
The robe stiff and heavy with dirt and age in
Time’s lost layers. The scythe lean yet strong.
The blade gleaming. He is the random moment
when you awake in the middle of the night for
no logical reason. His presence the reason you can’t
return to slumber after a nightmare. He has
claimed so many already.
And many more yet to come.