Fear the reaper
For it holds nobodies hand
Do not run from death
For none defy its demand
The crimson soaked moon
Paints the bloodshot eyes
The darkest shade of red
The pale faced demon
Looks down upon the dead
They can't plug their ears hard enough
To block out what the reaper said
"The end is almost near"
Everyone is gone
Armageddons here
It can see the sun
It scorches the skin red
Until it blisters and it bleeds
It burns the eyes black
It makes the dead blind
Till they scratch at their face
No skin there left to find
The darkness floods mind
While liquid fills hand
Sickness conquers man
Clotted sap saturates the sand
Screams divide air into shedded
Echoes within the last of night
The sun become full
Death become plight
There was no mercy when the reaper showed might
Weakness sung sacrifice and didnt even fight
YOU ARE READING
Last of Love
Poetry~He was used to being so selfish and heartless and cruel He begged for forgiveness by playing the fool~ It's been awhile but the poems are back. Oh, yes they are starting anew. Believe me my friends I didnt forget about you. With love, David Yager
