An Ode to The Reaper

We can't live without him

All my friends and family are going to die

They'll die of sickness and pain and I'll cry

For Death is the reaper of all life

Oh glorious Death is the sower of all hope

If I wasn't afraid to die then why would I cry?

Oh Lord Death

taker of souls

giver of sorrow

we love you, our Death

and we hate you so

now forever stay

and don't go astray

turn our lives from white

to grey

to blues and blacks

to rot

take our prayer

then take us away

Reviews

[Angad Waraich]

I enjoyed how you tried to incorporate fear and acceptance.
That was a well done piece of literature that i enjoyed.
Thank you

[Briana O'Connor]

A dark sentiment, in deed. There's an essence of fear and an essence of acceptance within this. Brilliant how you were able to capture both. One thing I would suggest is to play around with the first five lines. The way the piece reads seems lopsided once you pass those lines. Very well done. Thank you for sharing.