Don't fear the reaper

Skulking in the darkness rue,
the reaping reaper waits for you.
Slipping in and out of death,
waiting for your final breath.

The reaper takes you by the hand,
of death, misfortune and sinking sand.
The reaper consummates, the job is done,
but your final voyage has just begun.

Sailing through the fractured dead,
the reaper takes mind from head,
turns it black as he feeds on it,
lying fractured in the reapers pit.

Reviews

[rosemary keogh]

wow deep and dark. i love it. :)

[Cathy Wattam]

This is an interesting foray into the dark passages of your mind. It's clearly a place to find some great inspiration. My only teeny tiny criticism would be the use of the word "fractured" twice. I feel it would be better to get rid of the second one and replace with an alternate word. Other than that, I really enjoyed reading this. Thanks.

This is really cool it's easy to imagine. The first word 'skulking' caught me it's a very odd, interesting word.

:O)

[Distant horizons]

Yeah baby, she's back :-)
Beautiful dark, sultry flow.