Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Edit: This isn't actually by me. daym.
The Reaper
On a cliff I stood and looked
Into the Valley of Hell,
Then I felt someone push me,
And into the depths I fell.
Lifting my head I saw
A man crucified,
His legs tied far apart,
And there were three foot demons
Removing his beating heart.
I stood up and started running
Along the burning river,
And despite the intense heat,
With fear I began to shiver
As I ran I past a man
pulling a cart stacked high with rotting corpses,
"More souls," the creature said,
"to re-stock the Reaper’s forces"
"The Reaper," I asked
"is it he who controls this place?"
"Aye," replied the Ox-man,
"And you too will see his face"
I looked into the distance
and saw a thousand foot spire,
and from it were hanging upside down,
Poor souls being lit on fire.
"No!" I said,
"What have I done to be brought here?",
the reply came within my head:
"For you have reached your final year."
"I can't be dead yet!" I shouted"
"When I am well within my youth!"
I turned to face the thing
Who said this awful truth.
There stood a spectre so black and tall
I felt my breathing stop.
And looking at the creature there,
To my knees I began to drop.
Again the voice inside my head began to sound,
"You know why you are here, damned soul,
So deeply underground."
"You've lived your life in pursuit
of Self-gratification and greed,
and now you live in my land, boy,
and I will make you bleed."
I saw in the Reaper’s hand
a weapon of such untold dread,
a tool that looked as if it could cut any man
to little more than shreds
A scythe 7 foot long
with a slightly blunted head,
"Ah yes!" the reaper said,
"Blunted from slicing up the dead"
"Now, you’re here" the Grim one said
"You know you can't ever leave"
And with that he lifted his tool
And my limbs began to cleave.
He started on my legs and I felt
The pain shoot up my spinal cord
"It's so much better for harvesting
Then an ordinary sword."
The rest was a thousand eternities of pain,
As he removed my head,
And my blood began to drain,
Then I woke up,
It was all far too much strain
When he cut off my arms and balls
And quickly ate my brain.
