The Reapers Dream Poem by Richard Cronin

Spending time alone, afraid
Pondering decisions made
The reaper walks and the sinners, moan
Collecting dues, before the dawn
His boney finger, taps his list
He reaches out, to place his kiss
Awaken by a silent scream,
Witness to an evil scene
Welcome to the reaper's dream
He sharply turns his hooded head
His eyes are empty, cold and dead
He scrolls his list, to find my name
I tremble now in fear, and shame
What would I give, to be acquitted?
For all the sins, I have committed
Moving slowly, his sickle raised
The walking dead, the waking grave
He comes to me, with deaths embrace
To place his kiss upon my face
The hounds of hell now howl and scream
To rip me from my life serene
And wake me from the,
Reaper's dream