Grim Reaper

July 29, 2001. © Talon Truitt Cherry, All rights reserved

Taunting screams haunt my dreams,
in the scenes of a future past.
I am the grim reaper, the nightmare keeper,
and weeper for curses cast.

Beyond the blank doors of the ever green plains,
there remains one undying truth.
The beautiful days disappear in a blaze,
as we gaze through the window of youth.

The life I once lead was a dread now I'm dead,
so I pass on the burden to you.
Awake in your casket do not ask of the task yet,
in time you will know what to do

I cannot help what I feel and the things that I wield,
only yield to the lords waving hand.
A curse dealt at birth I disperse on this earth,
as a part of the lords greater plan.

A biblical display an array of dismay,
cast away as I play with a Scythe.
I appear in all black then attack from the back,
and like that I take your life.