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The Reaper
The ye ole story I tell is one that has horrored reality far to long
This tale I tell is not one that will make you yawn
Or to tell to your children before dawn
Has I recall, the night cold and dark
The wind still and the darkness ever quiet
The moonlight dim, barely able to see it's rim
I laid in my bed at repose
I had just began to doze
Then there was a "tap tap"
I look through my window
My body jolted back in terror
It's red eye glaring at me
I looked upon it once more
Oh, it's only a raven
It reminds me of a poem by Poe
I climb back upon my bed
The raven still holding it's glare
It has such a cold hearted stare
I turn away and rest my head
I began to drift asleep off to my own realm
Yet little I knew, I had so much more to dread
"TAP TAP" had awoken me from my slumber
I began to fully awake
When I did I can barely describe what I saw
The wind now roared with anger and sorrow
The air now chilling to the bone
The light now blood-red and the trees outside dark has shadows
"What be this?! What be this!?" I yelled to the wind
My body trembled with terror and fear
Then it was silent, had the wind stopped? NO I could not hear
The raven sat at my window
"TAP TAP" it did on my window
It's eyes so cold and still
My bedroom door creaked open
Sunndly my bones felt has if they were stone
When I saw what laid in my doorway, I wish nothing more then to atone
Had my mind yielded to madness?
Have I lost all of my sanity?
From what depth of my mind come this?
There stood a seven foot cloak
It's face pure darkness
It's hands pure bone and holding a scythe
"The Reaper." My mouth motioned
I was froze, my eyes unable to blink
It began inching towards me
The raven "TAP TAP" on the window
It began to crack
My body trembled in that which is beyond fear
Hath this raven brought this upon me?
Had it's taps upon my window been mockery?
Is the raven the true face of death?
The reaper inches from me now
Raise his scythe ready to behead me
I could not move nor think, I could do nothing but die
"TAP TAP BRSSSH" The window had broken
The scythe's blade falling towards me
I awaited my fate, for death's blissful kiss
The raven flew in between me and the window
The Reaper stopped his scythe and stared at the bird
Standing on it's tiny legs looking at the reaper with its cold eyes
The Reaper turned away, walking towards the door
The revan looked back at me with its cold glare
I was stunned lost within my confusion
Hath this bird try to warn me instead of mock me?
Was the revan's face not the face of death?
Was this bird my savior?
I fainted from my weariness
This is my tale I tell
Now sitting here in the pub
Till this day I am the only man to see the reaper and live........
Hello there, I'm sorry to inform you
But the man telling this story is now dead
After he left the pub he encountered the reaper once again
You see ravens are tricky things
If you see one with the reaper you shouldn't tell
For now, I the Master of ravens is the only one to see the reaper and live
I'll see you soon......
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