The Grim Reaper

 

O Thanatos,

 Pitiless, awful and hateful towards all

Death bearer and dark Night’s son

whose heart is cold as ice and hard as bronze,

a myriad of names you own soul gripper

to many, Mors, Azrail and the Grim Reaper

 

You whose empire unconfined

extends to mortal races of every kind

On you the thread of our life depends,

whose absence lengthens life, whose presence ends.

 

The Silver cord you rip in joy, at wake

by your grasp sheathed essence you take

dark and deep as the sea the doom you heap

whose twin your beloved sleep

the unending bursts the vivid bolds

by which the soul attracting the body holds,

common to all, of every sex and age,

for naught escapes your all-destructive rage.

 

Not even youth itself your clemency can gain,

hearty and strong, by you the ill-fated slain.

In you the end of nature’s works is known,

in you all judgment is absolved alone.

Neither plea nor toll your dreadful wrath controls

No oaths or vows revoke the existence of your soul.

Reviews

[*~Imperfectly Me~*]

I'm in shock that no one has reviewed this yet. This piece is wonderful. It flows like rain dripping and never stoping. The poem has a great rhythm and your description was absolutely wonderful.

I'm sorry it took me so long, I've just been off of the cafe for a while. this was wonderful. Great job!