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The Reaper
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Darkness The Reaper
The bony, brittle olive finger
of the Reaper points to me.
Do I have fear?
I think not!
I welcome his cold embrace
Him in all his hideous glory
forever shrouded by the ever-present
black cloak of death.
He moves silently,
but swiftly through the night
searching for those who are
next to exit their tired earthly realm
and transcend through the black vortex
into the next dimension
to be yet tortured again.
Copyright Jeanne Brickman
