The Reaper Grim Poem by David Whalen

The Reaper Grim



<center<Twas only a blink
And nothing more
The thing I saw
At my front door

Twas more I think
Something dark as ink
That made the sound
At my front door

Peered through the slit
Of parted shade
Saw none of it
So then I made

To rattle loose
Both chain and lock
And peep through
Doorjamb crack

Saw naught upon
In the deep dark yawn
Yet still I cringed
Away and back

For I heard the toll
Of churchyard bells
I smelled the fetid
Smell of hell

The shuffling steps
Upon the stoop
A ragged breathing… then silence!
…nothing more.

Then my heart took wing
When that spectral thing
Oozed through my
Oaken door

And in that blink
Stole my soul…I think
Just that…
and nothing more

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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Payal Parande 16 September 2012

what a fantastic terrifying poem indeed feeling that horror with each word i am in awe with your writing style and as for the event you had to experienced well i'll pray to god that you'll never have go through that again thank you for sharing, love payal

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David Whalen

David Whalen

Covington Kentucky
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