A figure waits out in the dark, <br />A sycthe gleams in his hand, <br />He waits in silence watching you, <br />To deiliver Death's command. <br /> <br />You try to run and try to hide, <br />Yet no matter what it follows, <br />Knowing he won't let you see, <br />The daylight of tomorrow, <br /> <br />Go ahead and start to cry, <br />And try to get away, <br />But both of us know, <br />That he has sealed your fate, <br /> <br />So kneel down and start to pray, <br />Get rid of your regrets, <br />Because the reaper's coming, <br />To deliver your death.<br /><br />Kelly Aragon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reaper-9/
