The reaper

by Independence Forever   Jan 16, 2007


A shadow flies over the town
the plentiful harvest turns brown

citizens hurry into their homes
this shadow darkens wherever it roams

the shadow brings death and horror with it
when the shadow appears all candles quickly become unlit

all hope is driven away
the turn of the tide is in it's sway

it devours whomever it will
it'll get you, it's going to kill

one look and all is lost
you cannot beat it at any cost

now the shadow comes for you
there is no hope and nothing you can do.

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