The reaperA Poem by Menna HelmyI thought about why the grim reaper is grim, and I ended up with this. Please share your thoughts and critiques with me. 😄A black robe on parchment bones, A sharp blade to reap the souls. It's the bony skeleton of Death, Known as the reaper in a grim myth. But how can this be more unfair? Who's got more bleakness to spare? Why symbolize the journey of a soul, With mere bones and the color of coal? Why indeed? How can that be said? If you ask me what I'd prefer instead, Is a jaded silk shawl on ivory skin, That reflects the immortal soul within. A journey to the eternal paradise, Where no more sufferings, no more demise. A hand that guides you to the promised land, Where fortunes to be described are too grand. And a life too long that the world just seems, As a moment passed by in some night dreams.
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Added on October 17, 2019 Last Updated on October 17, 2019 Tags: Death, grim reaper, paradise, afterlife, philosophical |