Thread: What the Reaper Sows.

An older poem, so it's a bit darker and what not.

"What the Reaper Sows"

I reach inside pulling out thy own defect,
Through the mirror I pity thy spirits neglect,
Within shattered pieces of translucent glass,
The hour of three has yet to pass,

Through the void I stare into space,
Finding my mind in an empty place,
Spiraling; Up is left and down is right,
A turn of the clock and opposites fight,

One more stroke and time realigns,
Another tick and I'll see the signs,
Forces unknown reveal the other side,
the end of the tunnel where holy souls died,

Light recedes the shadow above,
the darkness crawls into a choking glove,
grasping and gasping, ill life comes faint,
Crushed trachea beneath the evil restraint,

Claws dig in the skin of life,
scratching and slicing like a rusted knife,
the trance resumes as the dark consumes,
Breath stops as the reaper presumes,

The pale hand of Celestrial might,
Sent across plains to extinguish light,