He kills them during the day
He kills them at night
He picks their eyeballs
And eats them all watery and wet
He hunts them all during the day
He hunts them all at night
Using a long scythe,caked with blood
With an everlasting hunger
His stomach rumbling is louder than the roar of lions
His eyes are deep black holes
In an ocean-blue world
Surrounded by white clouds
And finished with long,thin ebony sticks
They are used to traumatize people
The last thing they see before leaving the world
Two ice-cold eyes of the Grim Reaper
Author notes
btw the ebony sticks are his eyelashes
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Dark, and it sends a shiver down your spine. Wonderful imagery with the blood caked sythe and the eyelashes etc. Great write!!!
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Awesome!
Oooooo. Creepy. It's great! The Grim Reaper is quite a menacing figure to write about, and you wrote about him/her (because the Grim Reaper might be a woman) with acute detail. The image you portrayed of the Grim Reaper in my mind is fantastic! Great write! ~Ľũčąś~
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Dark, wicked sweet poem Newy! I likes it. Okie hugs the Grim Reaper, lol
~Okie
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*scream and pull okie away from the grim reaper then kick grim reaper and sends his cloak flying so that he looks pathetic*
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