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Oh, How Grim The Reapers Tale
Quoth the reaper, cold and pale,
In the moonlight's haunting wail,
Gleaming scythe and hollow eye,
Oh how grim the reaper's tale.
Silent shadows, creeping dread,
Whispers of the long-lost dead,
Echoes of a mournful wail,
Oh how grim the reaper's tale.
Ghastly figures, veiled in mist,
Phantoms of the soul dismissed,
Spectral hands that reach and scale,
Oh how grim the reaper's tale.
In the darkness, a chilling chill,
Beating hearts to a still
Death's embrace shall never fail,
Oh how grim the reaper's tale.
Gone the light, the hope, the mirth,
Vanished from this sorrowed earth,
In the reaper's solemn veil,
Oh how grim the reaper's tale.
© Brian C. Jobe
In the moonlight's haunting wail,
Gleaming scythe and hollow eye,
Oh how grim the reaper's tale.
Silent shadows, creeping dread,
Whispers of the long-lost dead,
Echoes of a mournful wail,
Oh how grim the reaper's tale.
Ghastly figures, veiled in mist,
Phantoms of the soul dismissed,
Spectral hands that reach and scale,
Oh how grim the reaper's tale.
In the darkness, a chilling chill,
Beating hearts to a still
Death's embrace shall never fail,
Oh how grim the reaper's tale.
Gone the light, the hope, the mirth,
Vanished from this sorrowed earth,
In the reaper's solemn veil,
Oh how grim the reaper's tale.
© Brian C. Jobe
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