The Reaper GrimA Poem by David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)an archaically written creepy poemTwas only a blink
And nothing more The thing I saw At my front door Twas more I think Something dark as ink That made the sound At my front door Peered through the slit Of parted shade Saw none of it So then I made To rattle loose Both chain and lock And peep through Doorjamb crack Saw naught upon In the deep dark yawn Yet still I cringed Away and back For I heard the toll Of churchyard bells I smelled the fetid Smell of hell The shuffling steps Upon the stoop A ragged breathing… then silence! …nothing more. Then my heart took wing When that spectral thing Oozed straightaway through my Oaken door And in that blink Stole my soul…I think Just that… and nothing more © 2012 David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)Author's Note
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Added on September 16, 2012 Last Updated on September 16, 2012 AuthorDavid O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)Las Vegas, NVAboutBorn in Kentucky, teen years in Loveland Ohio, old in age, young in mind, I'm not human, I don't believe in religion, love. faith or trust, I do believe in: lil' kids, ol' dogs, leprechauns, and water.. more..Writing
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