Kind Grimm

• Jessica Saunders, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2012

Resolved in fragile tatters beyond the dark side of the moon,
Crumbling and reforming into dust,
Stalking upon the stars with scythe in skeletal hand,
Grimm gazes on our earth with writhing lust.
Sweetly sour he envies all our mortal fractured souls,
Bright with light that burns to meet his arm.
And though he's staggered through; oh those swamping sands of Time!
Never has he known a moment calm.
For from the beginnings of our end we rush him with no mercy,
Shivering to slap away his touch.
Yet all he comes to do is deliver us from life
And prize away pain's savage heartless clutch.
So kind he is to burden himself and take away our burdens,
All the while, sadly so alone.
Perhaps one day when a good heart dies and leaves our earth behind,
She might reach out and tenderly warm his bones.