The death List

A knock arose at the door

Late one night

The house was sound

Lights dissolve for the night

I see something

Tall and black

The thing stands in the dark

The porch light is dead

Dressed in a black hooded cape

This tall figure with no face

Bones are his body

The hour glass sways

A pendulum of death

A death list waving around his scythe

For The reaper has come

For my lifeless body 

Of no good deeds

The gun still smokes on the floor

His dead finger pointed 

I succumb to this hell

for I have to follow 

Reviews

[Cassiopia Summers]

It's an okay poem, but it is certainly not my favorite of your works. The photo fits well though. Happy writing.

[Aven]

this is not one of my favorites by you... maybe because I'm not very fond of reaper stories...

[Light]

the reaper comes:

"For my lifeless body
Of no good deeds
The gun still smokes on the floor"

what a powerful stanza! this whole thing was rather good! so dark!!! i like it! the pendulum makes it seem like a count down as the hour of death draws closer and the reaper comes to take out soul where it belongs! beautiful

[Graceful]

wow. that was amazing.

[The Cute 1]

i love it

[Coyote Poetry]

When Death come a knocking. Ain't no more possibility of escape. A very good poem. Death is the great mystery. Allow us to create great story. I like the story and the ending. A outstanding poem and story.
Coyote

[♥SunkissAngel♥]

Wow this was well written good job chika..

~SK

[HopelesslyDevoted]

very well written and extremely creepy. nice job!

[JanieB]

Intense. Well done.

[Wondering Mind]

dark and intense