The darkest shadows
lurk to serve.
Wicked reminders
For mortal men of earth.
Soldiers of heaven or of hell
anxiously awaiting orders
to deliver surrendered souls
unto the gates of pearl or burning trials of fire.
Commander Gabriel,
appointed angel of heaven’s realm.
Weeps powerfully
mercy tears for each lost fallen soul.
Standing strong in the midst
Is the mighty deliverer of death.
The reaper, who bears a secret
he dares...not…tell.
Within solitary chambers
he harbors his lost soul
in skeletal shreds.
A love ageless and forbidden
cherished and adored.
A violin of pleading
for life to boldly return.
Give back to him
the pulsing heart
of his true love once again.
Weep not for the Reaper man,
for countless souls
he has recovered
from arms of grieving man.
Lest he hear your cry
and give your heart a try,
to replace the soul
of his beloved,
pulsing wicked life.
Weep not for the Reaper man!
Dedicated to Poet: Razor-Blade Romance
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greatly writtenb 
Theresa
