The Reaper ?

The Reaper ?

A Poem by DEAN FARNELL

Its my time he's dressed in black,
His face I cannot see,
I knew someday that we would meet,
This day was meant to be.

His presence dark and deathly, 
He want's you In his hell,
I dream some nights I feel his breath,
When I'm not feeling very well.

In life I saw him many times,
Some to close to mention,
Darth Vader we did finally meet,
At a Stars Wars geeks convention.

© 2013 DEAN FARNELL


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Added on January 17, 2013
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DEAN FARNELL
DEAN FARNELL

HENLOW, BEDFORD, United Kingdom



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