• Grim Reaper's Sway

    See the young man walking down the street?
    You'd be a fool to think
    That he isn't under the Grim's glare
    Though the sun in his heart is aflare
    His sickle swings lower as the sands of the hourglass seep through
    The ones who escape are very few
    And as time flew
    The man began to wrinkle
    All over his skin were crinkles
    The blade started to swipe at his hair
    Balding him
    His vision slowly started to dim
    In the darkness of his room as he rocked in his chair
    Thinking to take a dare
    With Death himself
    As the blade started to graze the scalp he yanked on the sickle
    The Grim Reaper fell and laughed as if he felt a tickle
    He grinned mischievously and handed to old man an hourglass
    The man starred at it with wonder
    He thought about the effects of turning it over
    But remembered his childhood in Dover
    Suddenly the man dropped the hourglass with no emotion
    It fell in slow motion
    As the Grim starred in fear
    And his leer disappeared
    The man turned into his youthful twenties
    All was refreshed and anew
    He cheated death which has been done by very few