The Winter Reaping
By
Blue Devil
In the cold air of the night, with winters fright he travels on.
The ice and wind do not hinder his quest that he is on.
Searching for the next one on his list, he rolls up the paper and clinches his fist.
Where is this mortal that he seeks, for it is time for his life to cease.
He peaks in the glass window and tries to see within. He clears the moisture with his hand.
He sees his victim drinking some gin. With a sinister laugh the reaper grins.
Breaking the glass, he darts right in cutting and slicing his victim.
The room is stained red with blood his body is now ready for the mud.
He then waits for his soul to rise to guide him to the afterlife.
Chalk up another one for the reaper who has sealed yet another fate.
He has added more to the devils plate.