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Reaper

Reaper

Harvester of souls in nightmares keep,
Lingering macabre in gallows creep.
Judgement surpassed, unruly yet set.
Time is no rule, it’s my time in reap.

Cruel fatal kiss meets my lips,
Comforting whispers eloquent in flow,
‘It’s time to relinquish your vessel and ship,
It’s time to pass over and let go’.

Elegant symphony strikes a chord,
Memories of loved ones my heart applauds.
Intricate heartbeat a flutter no more,
I am taken in swift to deaths allure.

Weeping souls stay behind,
I drift away to unknown plains,
My memory serves to remind,
My spirit in their hearts remains.

 

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Tony Taylor

An Elegant melancholy, a subtle terror, delivered with some VERY well painted imagery!!.... the picture you chose coming to life with well chosen words that take the reader straight to the point......" Someone's knocking at the door..." ......and yet ~

            ~ "My spirit in their heart remains."

You continue impress dear poet brother!!...... Kings to you!!......LOVE & ROCKETS!!.......T xo ?✴?✴?

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Simon Bromley

Such brilliant words from a true poet in turn.  Thank you for reading and enjoying.  I wasn't sure which way to go with it and then it just spewed out.  
Thanks again and take care. :-)

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