Footsteps of the ReaperA Poem by Eric Rthe angel of death...A sentient shadow in the corner of your room silhouette of death, moving closer and closer Hear the footsteps of the Reaper its faint echoes in your beating heart the steady rhythm, unfaltering, eternal The approaching horror hovers over your bed a somber black cloud extinguishes your dreams The last grain of sand descends from the top of the hourglass His outstretched hand withdraws your last breath Hear the toll of the bell Soul after soul, the Reaper journeys forever harvesting death © 2016 Eric R
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