Sonnet
Title: The Reaper Beckons
Rating: PG
The Reaper Beckons
A river of blood drenches the land
The scent of death permeates the air
Upon the floor lies a cold, lifeless hand
The corpse lies fallen, a maiden fair.
The cries and screams of horror echo through the hall
Unwilling eyes witness the death and carnage
As innocents run, terrified all
As the Reaper looks on, eyes dark with rage.
Crimson tears fall to the floor from unseeing eyes
Victims rage helplessly, unable to break free
From the hybrid of gree and wrath, results of lies
Footsteps echo as people attempt to flee.
Pain and death come to the undeserving souls
Darkness comes closer as the Reaper calls.
Rating: PG
The Reaper Beckons
A river of blood drenches the land
The scent of death permeates the air
Upon the floor lies a cold, lifeless hand
The corpse lies fallen, a maiden fair.
The cries and screams of horror echo through the hall
Unwilling eyes witness the death and carnage
As innocents run, terrified all
As the Reaper looks on, eyes dark with rage.
Crimson tears fall to the floor from unseeing eyes
Victims rage helplessly, unable to break free
From the hybrid of gree and wrath, results of lies
Footsteps echo as people attempt to flee.
Pain and death come to the undeserving souls
Darkness comes closer as the Reaper calls.