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The new plane (the reaper)
The grim reapers toil
He carries on in peace and war
Whatever span on this mortal coil
His scythe will cut each flower all
Looks to what must be renewed
To carve a swathe
No time to stop or brood
The keeness of his blade
He takes us all adult and child
Futility of the beaten chest
The steep forever flailed
Black harvester arrests
Some gone in a blink
Some linger on the brink
Come that shadow cast me thinks
And death in tremor sink
The good to heavens utopia
Others face dystopia
My being fear he may appear
That dark cloud may sever near
Some asking questions
Some believe faiths deception
Nothingness the destination
Just histology persists
He carries on in peace and war
Whatever span on this mortal coil
His scythe will cut each flower all
Looks to what must be renewed
To carve a swathe
No time to stop or brood
The keeness of his blade
He takes us all adult and child
Futility of the beaten chest
The steep forever flailed
Black harvester arrests
Some gone in a blink
Some linger on the brink
Come that shadow cast me thinks
And death in tremor sink
The good to heavens utopia
Others face dystopia
My being fear he may appear
That dark cloud may sever near
Some asking questions
Some believe faiths deception
Nothingness the destination
Just histology persists
Published 8th Jan 2020
| Edited 9th Jan 2020
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8th Jan 2020 7:39pm
8th Jan 2020 9:02pm
A lot of truth in there, Slip. No one gets out alive as you say.
"Whatever span on this mortal coil
His cythe will cut each flower all"
But the Reaper needs to sharpen his "scythe" because "cythe" alone just isn't cutting it.
"Whatever span on this mortal coil
His cythe will cut each flower all"
But the Reaper needs to sharpen his "scythe" because "cythe" alone just isn't cutting it.
9th Jan 2020 8:45am
9th Jan 2020 6:16pm
Hey this is good, very impressed with your talent in the darkside. I love dark stories and dark poetry it allures my interest very much. I have a few dark one's and can't wait to post.
But yes true in the end we all die as we all have our days counted and soon be the flowers fate and slashhhhhhh.....
THE GRIM REAPER WILL SLICE OUR LIVES BEFORE OUR EYES CAN BLINK.....HAHA...
Good writing hun had fun reading your poem, and keep writing awesome stanzas well dark ones haha... 🤗🤗🤗🤗❤❤❤❤
But yes true in the end we all die as we all have our days counted and soon be the flowers fate and slashhhhhhh.....
THE GRIM REAPER WILL SLICE OUR LIVES BEFORE OUR EYES CAN BLINK.....HAHA...
Good writing hun had fun reading your poem, and keep writing awesome stanzas well dark ones haha... 🤗🤗🤗🤗❤❤❤❤
9th Jan 2020 6:51pm
9th Jan 2020 7:04pm
Thank you hun, and I am doing that, I'm digging deeper into my writings. I as i write can tell how much more i improved from my past poetry, in an advance more way. But i love rhyming but i know it doesn't have to rhyme but its my preference i love. I am glad i have option to not to either. But when i write i love telling a strong story and many are personal one's. But its how poetry is with no boundaries and the deeper we go into our writings the stronger they become.
