re wrote The Reaper
Dark whispers lurking, nightShadows surround me
Cool breeze hits my face
Who’s there?
Sharp tendrils creep around me
spine prickles,goose bumps flare
Who are you?
What do you want?
Sharp pain, pools of scarlet dripped
It grabbed my soul
It had come to take me away.
The reaper
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