Slowly I wait for
the moment to stike.
The oppertune chance
when the timing is right.
You cant see me
for I am the sythe
in the Reaper's hand
you shall pay the price.
When it is you turn
it will come so swift
with the turn of his arm
and a flick of his wrist.
As the messenger of death,
he is the keeper.
I ask you of this
please dont fear the Reaper.
I think Death is what keeps us alive. The fear of it IS our saving grace. Possibly. I love the poem. Stark and real, but graceful.
Death is the great equalizer and it's inevitable.I like your straight forward rhyming style keep up the good work.
this is great - it's added to my faves I love it and I don't know if you like Bullet For My Valentine but when I read this I was listening to Waking The Demon and it went together really nicely soz if you dnt like them lol just thought I might say what I thought lol x
nice...your the scythe? That's so kool. Lovely poem **Tyease**
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sick write. and i say why fear what you can't stop. and no one can stop the reaper lol