Woe for the Reaper.

[F.E. Michael]

A line from a forum member (Dark Muse) inspired me to write my first poem. It's probably dreadful.





He who calms suffering
Weak know him well
Visits on final breath
Leaves no tale to tell

Cloak warms his body
But last cry chills his heart
Scythe at his shoulder
Lends to his dark art

Legions have feared
Held amass to confess
Still the withered adore
His careful caress

Hath he no shadow
Nor company kept
No trace of a footprint
Shown where he crept

We fear him unkind
Mercy lies in his stare
Men may mistake him
His verdict holds fair

Alone we ponder
The cost of his role
Consider him warmly
His charge is your soul

Woe to the Reaper
Least fortunate of all
His stories hold wonder
But hath no friend to call

[Dark Muse]

I am quite happy to serve as inspiration and this was not a bad first effort. There were some things I really liked about it. I thought you did an admirable good job with your use of rhyme. And I particularly enjoyed these lines:

He hath no shadow
No company kept
Nor trace of a footprint
To show where he crept

I alsso really liked the ending.