He stands at the dim of the night
In a corner, staying clear out of sight
Unbeknownst to children's laughter,
Catastrophe's waiting for them to answer
Dark ol' grim reaper smiles at his victim,
Stealthily hides from moonlight's gleam
Before taking in another hand into the void
This one, you surely cannot possibly avoid
Alas, it unmistakably strikes again!
Had his bony hands 'round pretty little Jane
Oh, how she must've died in vain!
For despair must've drove her insane
Ladies and gents, welcome aboard a cry-fest!
Come in, sit down, be our guest!
For it is all too late to solve the crime
Of the grim reaper's deadly chime
Have a cup of tea as we speak
The rumors of little Jane, we seek
For it is not her fault, I assume
But the slight whisper of the reaper, I presume
Oh well, another corpse is to be forgotten
All of these evidences are misbegotten
For one cannot simply get the murderer
Under the name “Grim Reaper”
As he was the one to summon us hither,
Wiping the tears until sadness is bleaker
In a few fortnights, all will be well
Despondency will succumb into fiery hell
But for a few close members still grief-stricken
With dark auras as proof given
The whole town is set to drop little Jane
From their ol' squeaky wains
As they stood outside in brimming laughter,
Gloomy condolences drained in a gutter
Counted a few moons before moving,
Leaving a name of the past whilst grinning
Amidst small talk and smiles
The grim reaper stands for another while
Yes, another end is vaguely planned
As he arrived at one's doorstep with death in hand
Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 11:04 AM UTC