My Reaper Poem by Dale Mullock

As I stutter and stumble in the dark,
on this night so humble and stark,
I am overwhelmed by an eerie sensation,
my mind and body overcome by trepidation,
for my senses tell me something is near,
but silence is all that my ears do hear.

That silence is suddenly and uneasily broken,
by the creaking of a door swinging slowly open,
and in the shadows I can make out a shape,
from that figure there seems to be no escape,
for I am confronted by a dark and unnamed reaper,
a shade, a wraith or some other unearthly creature.

Gorgonised by fright, I do not move or run,
so paralysed am I, that my breath is held to ransom,
but wait, what is it that I can truly see,
besides the darkness, the demon and me,
my eyes blinking and lips smiling in realisation,
for it’s just a mirror and my phantasmic refection.