DEATH

• Lily Putanac, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2018

Who is he? Who is the man that lurks behind me,
The shadow that follows me down the street.
He has a darkness within him that he can not escape, nor can we.
He wears a black coat and wields a scythe,
And stares right through me, stealing all life I have.
The sound of him is uncanny, knocking on my door.
His grinning smile scares me as I welcome him in
With nothing but my soul to give.
Is he just a ghost in my dreams, a hallucination or is
He a terrifying reality. I know the curse upon him,
It can not be broken, he shall stay forever lonely.
He wanders the streets looking for his victims and
I just happened to be in his path. There’s nothing I can do
Except to go with him through the dark valley into the mist.
I now know his name, the Grim Reaper, the angel of death.
But do not fear him, for he has no soul and no life.