My Knuckle Touch With The Grim Reaper

This is a poem about how I earned my knuckle touch with the grim reaper.

How I earned my knuckle touch from the grim reaper


See ya bro
There goes my friends
Time to head home
Alone again

I walked down the street
Headed to the apartment
When I took a turn...
This wasn't my usual department

A rip in the air opened before my eyes
But I was no sleeper
It was the one the only
It was the grim reaper

His bony hands separated the folds
And the syhth clicked the ground
One foot stepped out
And landed with a clanking sound

He looked upon me with a soulless gaze
Short to say I was shocked
Especially when he produced a guitar
And continued to rock

When he finished his lick
He nodded towards me
Most wouldn't have understand
But I saw quite clearly

It was a musical battle!
One that cost a toll
Because if I had lost
He would win my soul

I whipped out my harmonica
And played a bluesy tune
Even as I played well
I thought I was sure to loose

When he strayed away
From ripping out my insides
He raised his fist
And I thought I was to die


When I felt no contact
I was confused beyond belief
His fist just hung there
But I started to feel relief

I realized what he was trying to get across
So I raised my fist, for this was enough
I pushed forward
And gave him a knuckle touch

Author's Note

This is a lot like what a sequel poem would be to my dance with the devil