Ode to the Reaper

Folds of Cloak wisp through the night,

Slow, purposeful movement commands notice.

Beautiful friend, how smoothly you glide.

Fears and tears billow with your mist

Which grows at your presence, your sight.

 

You Eidolon in black with white boned hand

Beckoning transience to hearken.

Many try trading the Sisyphus path

Employing wits and subornment for liberty.

Eyes that do not glimpse your deliverance of end.

 

Summon my soul, Harvester of Death.

You’ll find no duel nestled within.

The light that twinkles the blade of your scythe

Is the tunnel’s light for my heart to draw near.

Embracing cold greeting and Thanatos’ honored guest.

 

In the crux of your arm huddle this soul

Entreating Pale Death “teach me your charm”

Within me breaks the glorious last breath.

Break forth the cry! The call to arms!

Determinative exhalation attests my offer whole.

 

Dark elation brims where life once lived

The abyss folds over expired remains. Comfort.

The boat’s steep toll has been proudly paid.

At last, requests that blaze to damn up ache

Granted by the benevolent embrace of The Reaper’s reward.

Reviews

[Gustavo Mendez]

I really liked this, it's really dark and somber, yet very well written. Nice.