Grim Reaper Poem by Shaun Cronick
Grim Reaper
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Brrr! That cold draft,
It shivers my neck.
A door left open,
I'll go and check.
A door of sorts,
Kept ajar by Death.
The Grim Reaper calls,
With his fetid breath.
Which will He choose,
Simply Heaven or Hell.
My life so varied,
Only He can tell...
Friday, November 8, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: choosing,darkness,death,horror,macabre,scare
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