Inevitable march towards death
Unavoidable appointment with
the Grim One,
sickle of death in hand,
riding forth for the harvest.
Laughter today, tears tomorrow,
no time for goodbyes.
Is it a march towards oblivion?
What awaits us at the other side,
light or darkness? Or nothing?
Running away from certainty
towards uncertainty
thinking if I could just do one more thing,
if I could hold on a little longer,
perhaps my fears will go away.
Waking up to reality
this was not a dream
but my own final nightmare
come to life
the seeds of waste I have sown, come home to roost.
In my final moments
what thoughts will flash before me?
What will I think of?
Those that I have loved or
those that I have betrayed?
Plans made, results hoped for,
never will come to fruition.
The Grim One knows no friend nor foe,
we are all the same to him,
overgrowth to be cropped, sheared and cast away.
Author notes
username: stani
Artist-- Dholl http://dholl.deviantart.com/art/The-Dread-Domain-96173276.
Much as I tried, I could not do this in 40 words. 
A contest entry
- Quickie Dark Prompt. by Sweet Impatience.
750 points, ended September 18, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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You did an excellent job bringing forth the darkness of the Grim Reaper!! Very well done and thank you for your awesome entry
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wow excellent write, excellent take on the prompt.
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excellent work i like this write i felt it
lost echos of self
sang in between your lines
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Very nice write, love how you put the ending, nice take on it. Good luck in the contest
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Thank you for the comment, greatly appreciated.
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