The Reapers Offering

In shadows deep, where twilight fades, A dance with fate in silent glades. The Reaper waits with bated breath, To guide us to the realm of death.

With cloak of night and eyes like stars, He greets us where no daylight mars. A crimson rose, in hand so bare, A token passed from life is shared.

The petals soft, like fleeting time, A bridge between the worlds we climb. In whispered winds, a gentle sigh, He leads us to the by and by.

Through realms unknown, we journey on, With Reaper's hand, a life is gone. No sorrow now, no earthly pain, Just peaceful rest, and sweet refrain.

The blood rose blooms in twilight's kiss, A symbol of the life we'll miss. Yet in this dance, a truth we find, That death, in time, we all shall bind.

And in this life we must abide, For Death, with grace, walks by our side. With crimson rose, our souls he keeps, In peaceful slumber, where darkness sleeps.

Digital art GIF and poem by S.R.Chappell