The Grim Reaper has come today

But the life He sought, slipped away

And in His bony fingers ‘stead

He has grasped another’s head

Living souls without a fear

Go only when His call they hear

Giving up their mortal form

They go to join the immortal storm

4/98

~Shadow

~Maria Kay

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