The Reaper of Souls

(Oh Death, oh Death
You make soles even
You take souls even)

death, o pure contradiction of Life
you are the destiny of all strife
your claws patiently await your prey
to grip them in the end as they pray

death, o harbinger ever so proud
abrupt you come in mysterious shroud
cloak from whose wrap no one can escape
to swathe all souls when they reach the gate

death, o harvester of all mortal
your scythe must reap and rip at portal
reaper of souls and ripper of might
stiller of breath and stealer of light

death, o equalizer of all men
behold your work: so pale so ashen
this mortal body has now become
lifeless as it waits for “kingdom come”.


- between
mortality and immortality
is Death.

(c) Chito L. Aguilar