Tempt not the Reaper

A tale told
round a burning fire
of times when the Reaper
walked amongst men and fields.
He silently stalked
men of daring do
walking on the wild side
never a fear.
Men who played the blades
with more lives than a cat
always landing on their feet;
it was them he hated
as they slipped through his grasp.
Each danced with a sword
while the Reaper stood near
his scythe held ready
his hourglass turned.
He waited for one to die.
The next.
The next.
Tempt not the Reaper 
for a calling he will come
at a time most unseen
and the one that last run
will finally be freed. 
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
June 2/18

Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

A single hard working mom of a soon to be teenage son. A poet and story teller I have wanted to write since I was a child. This space is where I share stories about myself and my life and the creative poetry that stirs my soul. My hope is you will pull up a chair and a cup of coffee delving into the world that I offer and you find simple enjoyment for a few moments. Welcome to The Wonderful & Wacky World of One Single Mom

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