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The Reaper Looms


I watch as a dark figure approaches
A figure whose face is shrouded in evil and darkness
He is the silent stalker
The lifeless wanderer
The one continually approaching you
Always following you
His icy and raspy breath dancing about the back of your neck
Whispering in his menacing voice
Telling you that he is the judge, jury, and executioner
And he faintly tells you that your time has come
And that your soul is his
Fore it is only now that you peer into his eyes
And at that moment you feel as a cold chill spreads across your body
Your skin turns a deathly pale
And your eyes widen into impenetrable black holes
Now is when he sends is dark deathly shadow to consume you
And all the while your flame of life flickers and dwindles
As a cold menacing darkness numbs your limbs
And with one of his breaths your flame of life flickers out
Only to be replaced by a black flame of death
A flame that burns uncontrollably from within
A flame that incinerates all the love and faith that is inside
Leaving you feeling void
With only evil and hate left to reside within you
And all the while your gasp for a breath
But you feel as a flood of water pulses into your lungs
Suffocating you
Filling your lungs up with deaths icy breath
And with the last of your breath you call out for help
Asking god to send you his grace
Asking for a way out to escape the evil and hate
For him to free you from deaths crushing grip
But his grace could not be found
And you continue to waste away
You feel as your heart is poisoned
As he reaches out to take your heart away
And beat by beat you hear your heart slow
Until it is gone
Now nothing is left but emptiness and silence
And inside you have no soul
No life
Nothing but a body made of ash
An ash that's scattered away
Leaving you to be nothing more than a distant memory
A memory that will soon be forgotten......