In the darkness of the night,
On the stroke of twelve,
The fallen mist begins to move,
Around and over the grave,
The shadow of a figure,
Steps onto hallowed ground,
The rustle of his cloak you hear,
As he looks all around,
He has no face, no earthly body,
Just a cloak of black,
He is beyond the heaven and hell,
And he's come to take you back,
To him life has no meaning,
He just deals in death,
He takes your life away from you,
He takes away your breath,
He takes you in the dead of night,
When you're cold and still,
With his skeletal hand around your throat,
And the stench of deadly evil,
Now you're in his power,
He leaves before morning light,
He's taken another darkened soul,
He's taken them outright,
But he's not gone forever,
Because there's so much sin,
And while there is the evil,
The Grim Reaper will always win.
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"He takes you in the dead of night,
When you're cold and still,
With his skeletal hand around your throat,
And the stench of deadly evil,"
Right! Now that I've got the willies thank you very much! Lol! Absolutely adored this dear, what an enjoyable witty write indeed. Well done!
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Spooky!
All hallows eve is what I thought of while reading this. "With his skeletal hand around your throat" so scary to picture.....*scream*
Patty
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