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The Reaper
January 25, 2011
I feel the dark
closing in.
My prayers denied
hope growing thin.
I reach out
to the light
Will I survive,
my final fight?
I grimace in pain
time running slim.
As I lay dying
I can see him.
His empty eyes
An eternal stare
His ragged black cloak
hosts many a tear
He says it is time
my fate hath been sealed
in a voice like a sword,
I without a shield.
Outstretched is his hand
and pale bone fingers.
As he pulls me up
a part of me lingers
between this life and the next
As the darkness grows stronger
I take my last breath,
for I live no longer.
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