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.