Poetry: Cold Reaper
I scorn the scowls
of winter’s reaper
steel slicing scythe
his corded calamity!
Who grabs the life
from my chest
a killing clutch
his murderous glee!
Cold stagnant breath
rots my cheek
putrid frigid blight
his icy stagnancy!
Loud howling voice
a solemn knell
the endless tolling
his ringing revelry!
Oh scavenger of
dark March day
die a death
so set me free!
Powerful
So beautifully written and poignant lines, a brilliant composition Rob.👍👍👍👍👍👍
Thanks much!
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ok I could be wrong, happens daily. It amazes me that someone can take the “wind” and turn it into such beautiful words. Hopefully it was about the wind 🙂
Yup dead on as usual