Poetry: The Grim Reaper 5 Articles

by Michelle Scott

Each and everyday Lives are taken away The dark figure that waits's with his wrath in hand Taken life's, souls that have but one breath left He smells like the crispiness of an autumn night The taste seems pure I...read more

by Courtney Estep

The Reaper Tempter of the night. Dressing in black is his delight. With one swift move of his hand, He can tackle about any man. He takes them all,big or small.. We know him as the Grim Reaper. He is death's favorit...read more

by B.V.Bear

The Grim Reaper I am the personification of death I am a living, sentient entity. Be careful what you wish for You'll just die when you meet me. My name is the Grim Reaper I'll be wearing a hooded bla...read more

by Dirk Walker

When the night grows Cold and the lights get dim keep an eye on your soul cause it might be the Grim When you feel the chill and hear the moans you best stay still you best stay home You know your chances are s...read more

by Richie Montalbo

"I am your destiny each one of you," said Death. "Your body belongs to my land where I feed my worms. All that you have acquired while you are alive will be worthless to you. They will return to where you have sto...read more