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Far beneath the Cave of Trolls
am I- they call me the Stealer of Souls.
I travel in a gray haze- black but not white
for I am no creature of the light.
For in the shadow by my door
is the Grim Reaper himself- my mentor.
We bring you here- he and I
for one lone purpose- to slowly die.
And for my lesson- now I must learn
my new goal in life- to make the world burn.
Just as you strain for one last breath
you know you have reached to place of your death.
So very quickly your sight fades away
Now you'll not be here to save the day.
Above it all Hell's Angels sing
With the Grim Reaper and I- death forever ring...
- by mlover4evr |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 10/26/2008 |
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- Title: Reaper's Apprentice
- Artist: mlover4evr
- Description: This is my second shot at a 4 star poem I wrote months ago called the 'Death Poem.' Hopefully it will make more sense now and be a little more interesting. :)
- Date: 10/26/2008
- Tags: reapers apprentice redone
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- emmywinner56 - 07/12/2009
- this poem is the best i have read in weeks...no, months.keep it up!!
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