Death Rising
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009

 

I don't see the reaping reaper
He is creeping through my door
He leaps up when I am sleeping
His dark gown sweeps through the floor

I rest my head on my soft pillow
In my dreams I'm drifting astray
When the grim reaper lifts me
Lifts me up and carries me away

Still I don't wake up from my slumber
As we walk through cold wide fields
Still I do nothing but occasionaly mumble
As the reaper and I both yeild

To the earths suddle wonders
And suddenly, we leave this keep
To a new place where I will never wake
From my eternal sleep