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-The Love of the Reaper-

Poetry By: The Jester of Punishment
Horror


Tags: Reaper, Death, Love


A friend of mine and I wrote this during science when I use to go to school. In a way we have brush death and had fallen for him so.


Submitted:Aug 19, 2011    Reads: 26    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


The black abyss waits,

It awaits your arrival,

And it awaits your denial.

And I can't ignore deaths cold hands.

To be wrapped in his embrace.

The tastes of his corpse like lips caress my face.

No one can save me now,

Now I will take a bow

As I take a knee,

He knows , I know, he's waiting for me.

I will go in to nothingness;

And my face he will caress,

With his cold white fingers,

And I know his love still lingers.

Giving me a kiss of icy seclusion,

His eyes loving seem as an illusion.

We ride in a cage of forgotten life,

He carries along with him a tall scythe.

But we will escape this place,

And live among the human race.

I will forever be by his side,

For he loved me even after I died.

The Reaper and I shall go,

Somewhere no mortal shall ever know.

His love for me is all I need.

And to the gates of the living world, me he shall lead.

"Death is our world now",

He said as he kissed my brow.

I and the reaper together forever,

And we shall leave each other never.





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