The Grim Reaper

• Artist: Darkeydance
• Description: I wrote this poem as a response to "XxxX The Reaper XxxX"'s story: "Death note". This poem illustrate "The Grim Reaper" as an honorable soul / someone who want to help, but is misunderstood. I must say, I am no big fan of "The Reaper", but I may have another view on him than most people. I know I am an amateur poet, but please tell me what you think I am doing wrong, so I can get better.
• Date: 07/17/2008
• Tags: grim reaper honorable

A scythe in his hand,
Black clothes on his bones,
They all misunderstand,
Why his body arose.

He is an angel of death,
A demon of life,
He is decadence himself,
A spiritual device.

He walks the earth,
He walks it alone,
Eventhough he cannot fly,
Eventhough he is made of bone.

He is the dying's savior,
He is the living's fear,
He is what you hate,
He is what always draws near.

His purpose is pure,
His soul is clean,
He creates the sleep,
He creates the peace.

His honorable course,
Are never understood,
But he still love you all,
And create pain he never would.

A scythe in his hand,
Black clothes on his bones,
They all misunderstand,
Why his body arose...

Comments

[AnimeCrazy4Ever]

that was a very moving poem keep up the good work!

[k-dog44]

gr8 poem

[devilbunny91]

Hmm, I feel as if the first two stanzas alone could make this a better, more concrete point. The rest sort of loses its flow, and I get the feeling it's forced in a few places. Maybe if you made it a different format like...

"He is an angel of death,
A demon of life,
He is decadence himself,
A spiritual device.

A scythe in his hand,
Black clothes on his bones,
They all misunderstood,
Why his body arose..."

I like the "spiritual device" line. Very revolutionary...