Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse
What are you, wandering ghost of life?
What do you represent?
Your calming, cloaked words of death,
And your ultimate sacrifice.
You teach us all in what is sin,
Or what sin would rather be.
Maybe Satan, can teach us a thing or two,
Or God show us harmony.
You spread your word like a parasite,
As it blossoms into a song.
All what humans wish to be,
And what we’ve dreamed of all along.
So sing to me, my loved Grim Reaper,
The song that represents you.
Let it flow into my heart and soul,
For all my senses bid adieu.