The Reapers Love

There she lay
Broken thing
Poor child

Even in
The midnight fog
She still lay
Lost and alone

Pale is she
So frail
So thin

Her head heavy
Upon her hands
Tears cascading down
She’s crying out

Black silk
Molded to her every curve
Tattered and worn it clung

Charcoal curls
Plastered to her face
Tangled and snarled it hung

Lonesome and afraid
She reaches out
For anyone…
Anyone…





There he stood
Beautiful love
Merciful creature

Even in
The midnight fog
He still stood
Tall and proud

Faceless is he
Cloaked
Hooded

Hidden within
His robes of
Onyx and scarlet
He stares at the girl

Scythe in hand
He reaches the other out
Beckoning


“My angel
Come to me
Have no fear
For I am your home
I am what
You have been waiting for
All along.”


She peeks up at him
Even through
Shadowed eyes
The emerald shone through

“You’ve come
After all this time
Take me please
For I can’t do this
On my own.”

The reaper nods
Swaying to the girl
She reaches out
To take his hand

As she stands
The girl becomes at ease
All the pain fades
Now she knows true serenity

“My love
I have always wanted you
I watched over you
And now I have you
Now you shall be
Deaths bride.”

The willows of the graveyard
Danced to a haunting tune
As the tombs witnessed
The dance of eternity

Round and round the couple went
Dancing faster and faster
Her dress rippled with the wind
Her hair whipped all over the place
But never did the reaper stop

He held on to her tight
As they circled and waltzed
Bowing
They parted

“It’s time, my love.”
All he could do was nod
For nothing else needed to be said

Kneeling before the reaper
She took a breath
“Make it quick
For I am yours now.”

Scythe behind his neck
He swings
Swift
Quick

There she lay
Broken thing
Poor child

Even in
The midnight fog
She still lay
Not lost
No long alone

The reapers bride
The long lost wife
Deaths angel
Eternal life