Grim Reaper

With waning moon below the Horizon
The darkness fell upon the slumbered town.
An even darker phantom fell upon
The people. (Death) had descended and found
Its quarry. Walking silently among
Their homes until he reached a wealthy man
Asleep in bed. He touched his eyes, erelong.
At once, they opened wide. “Oh, bogeyman
Begone! Oh horrible dream, please leave me!
You dreadful thing! Who are you? I’m lord here!
I’ll beckon servants, they will hear my plea.”
Be silent fop! Your time has come, give ear:
Your hedonistic life has caused much pain.
I send you where the conqueror worm reigns.

poem by Albert Ahearn
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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