Grim Reaper
The candle flame faded away,
I remember what was denied to me,
oh, so long ago,
my own eternal human soul,
as the grim reaper stood at my door.
Whispering my name over and over again,
with his scythe embraced in his hand,
as the candle flame faded away,
the ghost of my past drifted across the white snow,
the grim reaper looked on,
what he saw I do not know,
perhaps a life so shallow and empty,
he said, ''time to take you home.''
Grim reaper and I shall cross over the theshold,
in the darkness of death,
as the grim reaper stood at my door...
By starstruck13
© 2009 starstruck13
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