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The Arms of my Reaper

Poetry By: The Jester of Punishment

I await for his arrive. To be released from this world so we may be together in the coming night. My reaper. My sweet death...Another love death poem.

Submitted:Aug 29, 2012    Reads: 13    Comments: 2    Likes: 2   

The moonlight calls out my name

sending my soul into it grand haunting

screams echo the cries of many lost

I lay awake awaiting for his claim

to be removed from the land of the living

so I may join the enternal rest of the dead

my knight comes in armor of black

bringing death like a swift knife across the throat

for I've allow him to become my only salvation

with a kiss fate is sealed

here in the arms of my reaper

Their cries pound pleasure by flesh

punished by the sins they committed in life

here from my throne of ashes do I watch

enjoying their screams of mercy never showned

I shall be in his favor till the coming dawn

my dark knight cant reach me here

for my body belongs to only one

that in the arms of my reaper


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