Footsteps of the Reaper

Footsteps of the Reaper

A Poem by Eric R
"

the 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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Sentient shadow, very frightening. The personification of darkness. Sort of a Rosemary's baby rape scene feel.
This is REAL

Posted 8 Years Ago



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Added on January 13, 2016
Last Updated on January 13, 2016
Tags: Grim Reaper death

Author

Eric R
Eric R

Wrightsville, PA



Writing
Lasair Lasair

A Story by Eric R