Reaper

By Gordon    Gordon

Depth with all that has here to come
Faith of light has fallen of the life of one,
Sanctified so weary of beauty there is so very,
Peaceful of dangerous trustworthy,
Deep in her eyes of fantasy. . .
The last soul to see that very thing.
His last breath he couldn't take,
So peaceful she may seem,
Buried danger beauty hides so deep.
The man fell at the bend of the knees so slowly,
Something impossible he can only see,
Darkness hidden inside something made so beautifully.
He's gone
He's out
Beauty made his life run out.
Lifeless there he lay
There she was with a smile on her face.
She looked on
She looked out
All the people there was about,
The spread of her wings,
Darkness there was to see,
Angles of beauty stood peacefully.
Men of all has fell
Except the ones that bring beauty to every girls smile.
Smiles sprouted out,
Right then light has come about.
Stories of men that fell behind,
Brought worry to the mind,
Opened the eyes to see that beauty took its last breath,
Angles of beauty was controlled by the darkness of death.

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