The Reaper Written by me, 1977

 Oh hearken stranger in the night,
Who moans and groans through endless flight
In search of evil dark as night,
and hides from all that's good and bright.

As he glides along the breezes,
all he touches quickly freezes
loathsome spells he hoarsely wheezes,
spreading rot and dark diseases.

He's climbing to a from the grave,
'tis naught yourself to try to save,
unless in goodness you are brave,
from life the dark ones he hath clave.

So if of goodness you are leery,
on and evening bleak and bleary,
and your soul is feeling weary,
raise the question pose the query.

In darkness do I wish to dwell,
ruling in eternal hell.
Rising now I feel the swell.
The answer flies and tolls the bell.

To dark things now your loves are led,
icy coldness, rot and dread.
So by your answer thus be lead,
and run to him...if you are dead.

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