Reaper: The Senses of Death

I,
I hear the sound
Of a deathbed's sweet lullaby.
And I,
I hear the sound
Of a chariot racing towards me.
And I,
I feel the breath
Of an angry black steed.
And I,
I feel the thunder
Of one thousand steel hooves.
And I,
I taste the blood
Dripping from the sword.
And I,
I taste the death
In the shadows of twilight.
And I,
I smell the brimstone
Of my eternity.
And I,
I smell the flesh
Burning from my bones.
And I,
I see the moon
Laughing at worthless lives.
And I,
I see the tears fall like rain
From the blackest of skies.

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Originally written:    November 3, 2001
Put online:    November 4, 2001
Discussion:    I'm not quite sure what to say about this poem. I guess it could somewhat be considered the triumph of death. The brimstone line is an allusion to hell, which I don't believe in, but there you go (sometimes my imagination takes over).


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