Reaper's Dirge
By Doppelganger
Tue, 13 Mar 2012
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'Ashes to ashes, dust to dust'
a maudlin tune, carried far by the breeze,
o'er the hill, through winding trees
and down to the old graveyard grim.
Bone white headstones covered in flowers,
trailing ivy on soft, dark soil,
shaded by oaks with benign bowers
and the tune grew plaintive in the silence.
And there by the tomb stood mourners three,
pulling their hair, wailing in grief
their cries the reprise to the melody
of the old reaper sharpening his scythe.
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