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I heard there was a sign.
I didn’t hear it, yet I cried.
No tears were to be found,
As the Reaper lay upon the ground.
It is said there is a story,
A prophecy of the one before me.
The one before her is herself,
Brought back from the streets of hell.
She whispered in the Reapers ear,
“There is a person you should fear.”
And with that, she walked away.
Her words would forever haunt her,
To and from beyond her grave.

-XREAPERX

Finishing the sentence of,
What they hate beneath it all.
Not knowing what truly lyes,
Beneath the tomb of the Reapers eyes.
To aid and prosper is all but here,
And yet they shun the Reapers peers.
Tonight they bask in the wallowing sun,
The sun their moon,
The moon they spun.
The wolves lurk there,
Close by night,
The witches order, cursing the light.
The inhuman eyes of paleness flight.
They have yet to know what the Reaper sights.

-XREAPERX

Ceasing to love,
Beginning to hate.
In that hate you dwell enough.
And so you begin to crave.
Of what?
You may never know, what you truly take.
What you really need,
What you have already tamed.
And so to those, who have yet to live.
Know you this,
Perfection isn’t bliss.
The Reaper waits to tell you this.

~XREAPERX

Motions of pain seem to sway at the sky.
Hunger of the creatures in the forests as they hide.
Nocturnal gazes, scratching the nights light.
The wolves of the night, hunting close and nigh.
The humans, not humans, aura as they’ve none.
Watching the moon, their only source of sun.
Bloody stakes kept hidden in despair,
Poor oh poor souls,
None do they care.
As they all gather,
A bond grows in deep.
The feud is long over,
Mourning as they weep.
The Reaper now watches,
As they band in their souls,
Now quite content,
That they are numb to the cold.
Now the Reaper smiles,
As the centuries grow old.
Knowing they have found,
What most would call home.
-XREAPERX

She lay there, misspoken upon her tears.
As they also lay there,
Broken beyond their years.
They have died for her mistakes.
So she carves a wooden stake.
Their doom is theirs and yet she grieves,
For her soul is paired with wondrous thieves.
Those who showed her mercy and heart,
Now they lay there, torn apart.
The Reapers eyes glow with such hate,
For those who oppose her meet a horrendous fate.
And whoever did this so,
Off to their doom they shall go.
They shall call for mercy,
in the presence of the enemy that they have made.
-XREAPERX