Revenge From The Grave Poem by Jon ProskeyVigil

Anger illuminated in my eyes;
Throwing fire into the sky.
Revenge is burned into my heart;
This evil thing has become my 'art.'
Killing those to pay them back;
Through my enemies I hack.
For every one I raise a toast;
and drink their blood while I boast.
My sick laugh echos through the night;
A crazy shriek causing nothing but fright.
A piercing cry that chills to the bone;
As I raise my sword and my face is shown.
I disappear into time itself, and this title I claim;
The Grim Reaper that's my name.