The Reaper's Servant

As the late hour rises,
so too does the Reaper's Servant.
His coat of darkness chokes life from the sun
and the ink of night washes the land.
You will not see him,
you will not hear him.
But when the time comes
you'll feel the ice of his blade at your throat
as you lay your head to rest.


Hey everyone. A little change of pace for you all; I found a collection of short poems I had written last year and thought I'd share one with you since the rest of my short stories are currently under construction. I have more and if you'd like to see any others let me know and I'll post them up!

In other news, today has been kind of slow other than Shellie showing up late for another class, big surprise. I understand her plight and all, as I've pulled all-nighters before; but this is a personal project, not one for school. She's going to burn out the wick entirely if she keeps the candle lit at both ends like this. She didn't even take time off on the weekend to really spend much time with Claire and me. I asked Ms. Adams (Claire) what she thought we should do to get her to chill on the project but she's still thinking of ideas.

-Alice