Poem xxx

The wind whispers the names of those who have gone before

The Grim Reaper is nothing,if not a dirty,life-stealing whore.

Through all of the years,and all of the tears,

I know the names of all who have disappeared.

Death comes silent,like a thief in the night,

Away! What gives him the right?

Of Death,I have no fear,I have seen him near.

I know Death,clad only in black robes;

I know Him,His unearthly stench,

He despises me,all of me,every inch!

I have cheated Him so many,many times,

And now I mock Him with my rhymes!

I laugh out loud;I laugh right in His face,

When He comes to me,I put him in his place!

 

            An original work by me.Please DO NOT steal my work--It is hard for me to spell "plagarism".