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He is seen by no man or beast with life,
he is there when a being's life is dashed by strife,
he is there when time takes a man's presence on earth,
and he takes their souls to a realm without demise or birth.
He travels the world,never staying in one place or another,
he is without father,cousin,brother, or mother,
he is alone on the earth,but he feels no emotion,
ever continuing his journey,with unchanging devotion.
He is not evil,but nor is he good,
his opinions hidden by the shadow of his hood.
For our deaths we cannot blame him,we can only let him survive,
And let him take us when our time should arrive.
- Title: The Reaper
- Artist: Eretico
- Description: This is a short poem inspired by my 1st poem submitted,"The Qualities of Death."I don't expect this to get high ratings,but because of my decision to continue writing poems,I thought it necessary to write this.I know I didn't include any details about the Reaper's scythe or his skeletal features,but once you think about it,how do we know that he has those features? Anyway,enjoy the poem.
- Date: 07/06/2010
- Tags: reaper
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