ReaperGlancing upon crimson skies,
like a raven he lay in wait.
A fallen angel perched up high,
counting as the final hour drew nigh.
As crimson gave way to a velvet black,
a veil of darkness cloaked the land,
as fields of gold were stained with steel,
with the Devil they sealed the deal.
As the still of night was pierced with screams,
among the cries moved a force unseen,
like a mighty plague he swept the land,
as the face of God turned,
and He lifted His hand.
No army or weapon stood as darkness loomed,
from the start they had sealed their doom,
and in the now crimson fields where his task begun,
no one was left,
his work was don
L tribute Saturday, 5:30 A.M. Light woke, but he didnt open his eyes. It had been like this for three years now. He lay still, listening to Misas quiet breathing beside him. He liked this part of the day, the part where he could just lie in bed and let his mind wander, but e could never let it go too far, just in case. He opened his eyes, he had to. He had begun to think of it. The thoughtful voice, the soft hair, lush hair, the black, round eyes.L tribute5 years ago in Scraps More Like This
No. he told himself quietly. He turned his head towards Misa, but couldnt bear to look at her for long. She had been complaining recently about how cold he was b