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Beyond the city, in the blackest night
Lives the grim reaper, sickle in hand
Keeper of the corpses, rumors say
Bones line gardens, over which he stands
One by one, they’re brought to his castle
Taken too soon, by the latest plague
Piled on each other, no room for more
Why he enjoys this, is clearly quite vague
Count on him, by the light of the moon
You needn’t make an appointment
It’s first come, first served, anytime of day
Just remember, he’ll leave you disjointed
October Writing Prompt – Keeper of the corpses – Day 13/31
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Great imagery! A good, chilly poem to read for Halloween season. 🙂 I found some subtle humor in the lines “You needn’t make an appointment / It’s first come, first served, anytime of day”.
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Thanks so much! I’m trying not to be too morbid, although that comes out, too. Thanks for the follow, I’ve followed back. 🙂
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You are amazing such black poems. I like the hidden humor.
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Humor? What humor? lol Thank you, Erika! ❤
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Hehehe 😱
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I am noticing that you are in your element this month – mistress of the creepies.
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Moi? hehe
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ooh yes
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I can get you a good deal 😉
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This is wonderfully creepy! ☺❤
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Most of my friends are…oh…you meant the poem? 😉 ❤
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😁❤
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