Dark, Fantasy, Freestyle, Poetry, Writing

The Reaper

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In the dark of night, 
Silence hanging heavy in the air, 
The reaper comes to visit
Reeking of death, he grins, 
A jagged imitation of a smile
Slowly, deeply, 
He tells me of unknown things
An attractive amalgamation
Of morbid tales, false illusions, pretty lies, 
Spilling from his curled lips
With a bony finger, he beckons me
Toward temptation, once again
With a sigh, I turn away, 
Content to live another day

© 8 May 2019, by Haley Scully

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