A Reapers Lament


I bow to thee,

Thou reckless mortals,

With thoughts abound,

And joys aplenty,

Thy knows not my name –

Thy knows not my face –

Thee who runs through life,

As though 'twas the grandest race.


I bow to thee,

Thou hapless mortals,

Bound, by rules of Fate.


The silent specter,

Of the distant ether…

Heralding

Your dwindling time,

Am I.


I bow to thee,

Thou dying mortals,

Full of life to live,

Regretful of thing undone,

Woeful of wrongs,

Left in thee's wake.


I bow to thee,

Thou mortals,

Whose life I've come to take.