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The Reaper Is My Father

Poetry By: Dmonik

This developed from a short story I wrote, in where the main character has the job of being The Reaper, a family tradition. But, the snag was, he had to die, to inherit the job...

Submitted:May 27, 2007    Reads: 113    Comments: 3    Likes: 0   

Laying under the spotlights

The life machine's steady beep

The frantic madness

White coated Gods

Towards Death I creep

He comes to me

On silent wings

Sits down

And takes my hand

He tells me of

MY triumphs and sins

And of the path I walked

He showed me scenes

Of which I'd dreamed

As the madness

Drowned away

In slumber deep

My life seeped


A steady tone

He pulled down his hood

To show me his face

I was aghast with surprise

I stared in his eyes

There was nothing to despise

The reaper was my Father


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