The Grim Reaper Poem by Wade Harlaine

I am the shadow of the night
The whisper in the wind
The cause of wide eyed fright
The devil determined.

I am the shiver in your grave
The collector of your sin
I'll slice you with my lathe,
dipped in niacin.

I am your worst nightmare come true
The ripper of your flesh
The gargling blood you spew
A tightening razor mesh.

I am the seven depths of hell
The eater of your soul
Your life I will expel,
as I burn your body whole.

I am the penance that you'll pay
The scythe you won't survive
Too late for you to prey,
your death is now alive.