Minion of light

• Zach Flynn, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2005

hush child, do not speak
for the grim reaper you seek
creaps upon us from the darkness
picks up souls like they are flowers
no use to run, no use to hide
for the reaper you will find
for every creature walks on earth
will one day walk in the path of death
to the underworld that has no end
but know that child, even the mighty river of death
wont take us apart
it is impossible to separate a child from a mothers loving heart