Slowly I wait for <br />the moment to stike. <br />The oppertune chance <br />when the timing is right. <br /> <br />You cant see me <br />for I am the sythe <br />in the Reaper's hand <br />you shall pay the price. <br /> <br />When it is you turn <br />it will come so swift <br />with the turn of his arm <br />and a flick of his wrist. <br /> <br />As the messenger of death, <br />he is the keeper. <br />I ask you of this <br />please dont fear the Reaper.<br /><br />Rage'n Curtis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reaper-3/
