Evil Angel (Dec 14, 2007)
A shadowy figure dressed in black robes
He bears a banner of a white rose.
He walks among us, scythe in hand
Leaving behind dark, decrepit sand.
He has a list that bears our names
To him good and evil seems the same.
When we die, he does his job
By taking us to where we belong.
Graves pile up like towers
But others leave behind flowers.
He takes us like a theift
Because he is the opposite of life, for he is Death.
Last edited by May_Bloodrose_Pagan; Dec 25, 2007 at 11:56 AM.
Very Deeply Misunderstood
Evil Angel (Dec 14, 2007)
death can be anything it is around us
always never wavering from its faith in us
to meet him your poem really is cool and
the subject is great , and death truly
is something that cant be held to one
idealism
I'll be the one to protect you from your enemies and all your demons
I'll be the one to protect you from a will to survive and a voice of reason
I'll be the one to protect you from your enemies and your choices son
They're one in the same, I must isolate you...
Isolate and save you from yourself
this is probably the best poem I have ever read about the grim reaper
I'll get you!! I'll get you all!! even if it's the last thing I do!!"We Must Bow to the Inevitable"
thats a vary gd poem.i never really have read a poem about the grim reaper
‘Cause I’m broken when I’m open
And I don’t feel like I am strong enough
‘Cause I’m broken when I’m lonesome
And I don’t feel light when you’re gone away
May_Bloodrose_Pagan (Dec 18, 2007)
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