Ryan Taylor


Reaper


He stands in the shadows
Cloaked from head to toe
His bony fingers hold his scythe
A raven lands on his shoulder
He turns his beak and whispers
Something to his master
A smile crosses the Reaper's face
He looks at me and says
'You're next.'
What the raven whispered
To his master
I'll never know
For I am now
In the Great Unknown

Submitted: Saturday, March 30, 2013

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  • Aftab Alam Khursheed (3/30/2013 1:14:00 PM)

    Indeed a beautiful poem with riddle, Raven sat on the shoulder, near to nech of the reaper, reaper got the tool to cut(Scythe) if reaper tries to kill Raven he will kill himself this might be but you know better, Voted for this with comment..I love this Ryan (Report) Reply

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