Poems
GRIM REAPER
Take one, take two, take three, take four,
I wonder who has come knocking at your door.
With a list in one hand and a scythe in the other,
You do not dare to look under the blackened cover.
I will send chills down your spine and bring fear to your heart,
Knowing that I have come to tear you apart.
You see once your name appears on my list,
Your soul becomes something I cannot resist.
You cannot beg, bribe or offer up someone else,
In hopes that you can save yourself.
For I feel no sympathy or greed,
And the rules I must heed.
Your soul will be mine,
When it is your time.
For I am the Grim Reaper,
The one and only soul keeper.