The Reapers Song By HybridDH
The Reapers Song by HybridDH
Art by ghost_entity
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In shadows deep, she walks alone,
A quiet girl with none to own,
A scythe she holds, both sharp and grand,
But gentle is her guiding hand.
Not one for words, she lets things be,
Her eyes speak more than we can see.
No need for crowds, nor praise to claim,
The unknown world is hers to tame.
Beneath the hood, her hair does fall,
She listens close to death’s own call,
Not shy, not fearful of her role,
She guards the passage of the soul.
She steps with grace, her robe so long,
But there’s a sweetness in her song,
The quiet hum that none can hear,
But comforts those who wait in fear.
She doesn’t boast, she doesn’t cry,
She simply lets the moments fly.
Her touch, though cold, is soft and kind,
She brings peace to the troubled mind.
The scythe she wields might seem so grim,
But she’s the one who helps them swim
Through waters dark and shores unknown,
Guiding the lost ones safely home.
And though her job may seem so bleak,
Her heart’s a place where love does speak.
In every soul she helps to go,
She plants a seed for hope to grow.
She loves the quiet, loves the night,
Not one for fame or spotlight bright,
Her cloak’s a comfort, like a friend,
A hidden place until the end.
For in her silence, she has found
A way to help without a sound.
She smiles a smile no one can see,
But in her soul, she’s truly free.
She watches life, she watches death,
Yet feels no sadness, no regret,
For in the end, she knows the truth—
There’s beauty even in lost youth.
So off she goes, with steps so light,
A reaper girl within the night,
Her heart aglow with love so pure,
For every soul, she finds the cure.
In every end, there’s a new start,
A gentle hand, a loving heart,
For though she’s grim, she’s never cold,
She brings new stories to unfold.
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of sacred ingenuity ?
these seats in which our souls entwine
to speak the language of floral fluency?
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frantically at auburn stars
to seek the everlasting love
the love of which cannot undress.
veils of fiery violet craft
keep us from our rising yearn
to source the evil that we learn
in finding us, our homemade raft.
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When I die, bury me not on the rocky road
For my lifeless body will be fed to crows
Each bit of skin eaten slowly, day by day
Until all but my bones have been unclothed.
When I die, bury me not on the mountain high
For the finest land will be at my view
The land of which my ancestors grew
And I am not worthy of such a beautiful sky.
When I die, bury me not where the sand meets the water
Where the green grass ceases to grow
For the waves will have me pecked and slaughtered
Until the God above takes away the watery rows.
When I die, bury me not in the trees of sage
As branches reach over my ribcage
Growing vines of spiked long mirth
And nature takes me into its Earth.
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what brings you to this land?
is it the snow that rests upon the trees?
or is it the bits of glass within the sand?
does the train that runs excite you?
the one that speeds unto the hills
such noise that scares the jays
and calls its quiet evening shrills!
are you left with but despair
and a wreaking heart of glass
as the sky kisses the air
to colden the church's evening mass?
do you wish to run each hill
flattening each blade of grass
the quiet of a winter's kill
lies calmly, waiting for evening mass.
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