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.
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Added on January 17, 2013 Last Updated on January 17, 2013 AuthorDEAN FARNELLHENLOW, BEDFORD, United KingdomAboutQUIRKY SINGER HORROR SONG WRITER & QUIRKY AND DARK HORROR POETRY WRITER. more..Writing
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