The Reaper

Clad like the reaper he steals her soul

An empty vessel becomes her that night

Black opaque shadows adorn the walls

Her fleshy rose cheeks fade to white

Still and cold, frozen body of icicles

Yet silent darkness calms her to sleep

Fear is forlorn, for here she’s slept before

Slumber of countless days and nights

Hollow headed her heart fills with scorn

Hungry, the reaper returns to claim his cadaver

Weak and lifeless, still somehow she breathes

Her heartbeat and warm breath whisper to her soul

Freedom bound soul, escapes from his cloak

He flees and sun illuminates, insulates the room

Skin thawing with haste, her cheeks pale to pink

Her soul gains entry, way of her pores

The room still and quiet, she’s awoken, she rises


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