Reaping Poem by Timothy Lee Hollandsworth Jr.

Enter the dark the fading sirens,
Enforcing the red tyrant.
Under the howl trees shiver,
Under the howl your lungs quiver.

Lost in a future unseen,
Hidden a past untold.
What does it mean,
The screaming in my soul?

This is the reaping,
No time for sleeping.

The living life so fake.
The dying dead we forsake.
Runaway trip to outer space,
Longing for some far off place.

The King's court jester
Is dancing forever
It's taking it's toll.
This screaming in my skull.

This is the reaping,
No time for sleeping.
To life the dead are keeping,
No more, this is the reaping.

No more, no more, no more!

I am the reaper,
I am coming to claim you.
I am your keeper,
I will take you.

This is the reaping,
No time for sleeping.

The reaping.