Fear the Reaper

I love grim reapers so no surprise I would do poem on it.

Coming forth from the abiotic world as I silently shift through the mist watching as it swirls after my presense wisps by it.

My rotted dark cloak barely scraping the ground as I float slowly and perfectly across the grave plots of the deceased.

My unforgiving nature is one to run chills up your spine like a snake as I stand before you waiting to collected your expired soul.

My scythe standing tall above your head ready to strike you down at a moment's hesitation.

No where to run or hide from me for I will seek you out forever until I have collected the debt to be paid.

Man, woman, young or old I feel no sympathy for the dead so pleading will not save you.

Do not underestimate my determination for what I was created to do because I will not stop.

I will stand before you with my pale white bony finger pointing in your direction holding my scythe beckoning.

You cannot escape your fate for I stand in front of you breathing out ice cold air from my darkened hood.

I say unto you "fear the reaper" as I take you away.

Author's Note

It's short but let me know what you think.