The Reaper Awaits Poem by Tim Vallie
The Reaper Awaits
I am the Boogey Man that comes in the night,
I am the nightmare that wakes you with fright,
I am a deadman both blessed and cursed,
I am the driver of the reapers own hearse,
So flee, run and hide
Whilst the four horsemen ride,
Your very own end,
May lie just 'round the bend,
The Reaper is coming, his carriage awaits,
Will you run and hide, or face your fate.
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