Beyond the city, in the blackest night Lives the grim reaper, sickle in hand Keeper of the corpses, rumors say Bones line gardens, over which he stands One by one, they’re brought to his castle Taken too soon, by the latest plague Piled on each other, no room for more Why he enjoys this, is […]
via Keeper of the Corpses – #poetry #OctWrite #OctPoWriMo — Night Owl Poetry – Dorinda Duclos
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