REAPERS TOUCH
Huddled against the night's chillCold so deep, to the bone I feel it.
Praying for the morning to come
Hoping for salvation from this night
Slowly the dawn comes
Creeping with measured slowness
Finally the light reaches my huddled form
I try to move; pain shoots from every muscle
Slowly I manage to untwist myself
From the ball I have made of my body
I move out into the light
Shaking friends I see still huddled in their beds
Some won't wake up from this night
Victims of The Reaper's Touch.
Many night's have felt
His bone chilling embrace
He comes every winters night
To take us away
Sometimes we survive The Reaper's Touch
Most will feel his presence
Those he takes are weary
Of this endless life
The nights of freezing cold;
The days of aimless wandering.
The Reaper's Touch
Nothing to fear
When you are ready
He will take you home.
Wolf Nomad 2-2-10
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