The Reaping (A Victim's Tale)

In the dark, two ghostly red eyes glowed;
A figure in dark garment that seemingly flowed;
Is waiting and watching every move that I make;
Bravery and courage amidst fear I cannot fake.

He’s waiting  to snatch my dear soul away;
So I closed my eyes and solemnly pray.

‘Tonight, tonight,’ says his cold, hissing whisper;
‘Your soul will be mine when midnight’s over;
I gasped in terror, unable to move in fear;
I must survive come hell or high water.

But fate isn’t with me to help me by;
That’s the time when I started to cry.

‘Tic, tac. Tic,tac,’ went the clock;
Seems it’s been present in the wall to mock;
That time for me is running out;
But I can’t even make a shout.

‘Ding, dong. Ding, dong,’ went the bell;
When the hands of the clock aligned at twelve.

The shadow advanced towards my bed;
With my life hanging on a single thread.
His scythe gleamed in the glow of moonlight;
Tearing the darkness of this fearful night.

He gripped his staff with his bony fingers;
My body went numb where my soul still lingers.

The first time I saw him was long ago;
When he whispered ‘Fifteen years to go!’
He stayed in the closet day and night;
Preying on me like a vulture on flight.

And now was the fifteenth year of his waiting;
I cant control my heart from rapidly beating.

He positioned the scythe around my neck;
Ready to slice me with a finger’s flick.
I remember pleading him to spare me;
To let me live as long as I can be.

I remember the clock’s constant ticking;
Before I died when he did the reaping.

Author's Note

For years, I frequently had nightmares. Shadows. Figures. I hear voices. And so I decided to write all of it, and this poem was based from one of my nightmares.

Reviews

[Lovecraft]

Very nice. A bit Gothic, which I love. I have had bad nightmares for years. I remember one in which I saw a ghoul digging up a grave and licking/drinking the marrow from human bones. I was 16 when I had that dream.
Otherwise good job!

[EngrJoef]

Thank you for your appreciation.