Author's Note: This poem was inspired by the myth of the Grim Reaper. He is know for collecting the souls from people when their time is up.
I saw a figure
Descending down
Upon a feeble body;
Reaping 'way life
With it's own breathing.
That foul figure
Paralyzed me,
Into a macabre fear
That stiffened me,
While it disappeared.
The feeble being
That I had seen
No longer was it breathing
The figure, a brute,
Took life an' now me.
written by Evelyn Creon
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