Marcus Dawson

Reaper - Poem by Marcus Dawson

With a man laying in bed.
It comes to the door.
It gently does tap
One two three four

The man awakes.
To be dissapointed.
No friends for him
Have been appointed.

He gets out of bed.
And nears the door
He stands on the door step.
The cold, stoney floor.

Then from the mist.
A horrible snigger.
Then infront of him
A shadowy figure.

The figure raised his blade.
As he sneared.
Then the man and the reaper

Listen to this poem:

Comments about Reaper by Marcus Dawson

There is no comment submitted by members..

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Read poems about / on: friend

Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 28, 2004

[Report Error]