The Grim Reaper Poem by Brent McBride
The Grim Reaper
In fair facade he hearkens to the shallowness of men.
Quaint his dance, his earthly prance, 'Should others envy him? '
While reveling in this glorious state, he hears a distant sound,
hollow and elusive steps appear upon the ground.
He took flight to his Castle Grand to find a safe retreat,
yet found no solace in the night as moaning robbed his sleep.
The wailing of the Banshee's cry had pierced his soul with fear,
the creeping footsteps through the woods were ever growing near.
A distant grave was calling for the claiming of it's own.
The Reaper Grim would soon appear and take him to his home.
I liked this one very much. Fear the Grim Reaper! Yep! Interesting!
I remembered solitary reaper, any way this is a good poem, go on. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/2/2024 10:41:01 PM # 1.0.0.1119
i guess i'm a little slow. at first i thought the one with fair facade was the grim reaper. nahhhhhhhhh! so i really like this.....just creepy enough. the only objection is that the poet made an error i too have made. in the line: A distant grave was calling for the claiming of it's own. ....don't use it's. it ain't proper. i know for sure because i just checked it online again the other day to be sure when another poet made the same mistake. i'll send this to my poemlist. thanks for sharing. gotta go now.