Reaper: The Diary of DeathReaper: The Diary of Death12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I held the scythe in bony hands.
Today's the day I don the gown.
I swing it once, a ghoulish sound.
I swing it twice they all fall down.
For my first soul, a ghoulish trap,
To chop off his head with a falling axe
That slips from the hand of a sleeping guard,
Dropped off the castle wall but missed by yards!
His heart stopped from the shock - he died from fear...
...Though his death wasn't scheduled for 20 more years.
He asked 'Hath thou no brain?!?'
'Err...Sorry Sir, it's my first day'.
Lucifer came by today,
With a devil skin rug to decor the place.
He offered me a vile of 'plague',
And a butler he'd stole from an open grave.
We went with demons to the 'Valley of Dead',
And played football with a shrunken head.
We danced on skulls, drank to the end.
I have a feeling we'll be good friends.
In hell we played a game of chess,
Beat Lucifer at every guess.
He burst into flames with a fit of rage,
And threatened to flood the world in rain.
'Sorry Lu, God beat there.'
If I couldIf I could12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If I could
carve out my every curve
with the utmost perfection
if not with something smooth
to mold my flesh
than something sharp
to cut it out where necessary
so I could be slender
the ideal girl
I would dye my eyes
to resemble that of a clear blue sky
dressed with reflecting flecks of the deep blue sea
(their magical sparkle)
and framed by lashes
eloquently curled upwards
long and dark
I would paint my lips a seductive red
And ready for kissing
My skin would be of the fairest snow white
Smooth as silk
With rose coloured cheeks
And my nose
As cute as a button
My hair would be of the finest satin
Yet dramatically dark
I would have that Hollywood smile
So precisely placed
I would do it for you
(so you could finally see me as a goddess)
and I would do it for me
(so I could finally be treated like one)