Grim Reaper Poem by Anand Dixit
Grim Reaper
My name is death
I am the reaper
Spectre of Death
I wear a black gown
I carry a large scythe
And I don’t frown
I am shadow under the hood
I am a funerary art
I take you for good
I have different names
Yama, Thanatos, Emma
Oh! I have lot of surnames
I am the reaper grim
I take you on a whim
I am the only him
I take your soul
Leave a hole
I like it foul
Very strong. Whim and the 'the only him' are terrible to me, a female. What a disturbing realization- that soul and foul are a sight rhyme. I guess this means that you are masterful, but it paralyzes me (momentarily) .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 11:03:46 PM # 1.0.0.1119
another good write nicely put together, if time allows please do read my poem 'prey' its almost like yourr poem...thanks