The Reaper
The wind breaks through the midnight air
And crows cackle in the night
The limbs of trees shadow the moon
Blocking out the light
A heartwrenching scream breaks the silence
A human has been slain
The murderer never found
Blood on the window pane
The aura of death surrounds us
As the spirit leaves the living
The death is simply forgotten
The Gods are not so forgiving
Rain is sent to drown us
The wind to knock us down
People die a brutal death
And we dont hear a sound
A chld's heart may stop
And a man's throat may be slit
A killer may be caught
But the Reaper never quits
 Navysteel · Thu Oct 25, 2007 @ 06:36am · 2 Comments |
