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a poem of fear
written by Gage
lllustration by
KKC Bauder

Illustration by KKC Bauder

They hide in the shadows
All among us
They have no obedience,
Or friends, or trust

They kill behind us
They drag them away
They'll never stop
Whatever you say

They are the Reapers
That's their name,
They're coming for you
And you're to blame

You can't escape them,
It's never been done,
It's only scary
Not a bit of fun

Tonight you're lying in your bed
Dreaming, whispering, then comes dread,
You slip into darkness, and in a slumber,
Then you hear nothing, not even a thunder

You are dreaming,
But it's so real
What did you hear?
You see something hidden, something concealed

You walk ever closer,
Until you find
A tall black cloak,
And someone inside

You look into the face,
It's pale and scarred
It frightens you, oh yes,
Then your bones feel jarred

You know this fear,
You know what it means,
You know what it is,
It's a horrid thing

It's a Reaper,
Lurking right their,
The oxygen freezes,
Cold is the air

All life ceases
The world stops,
You run away
Like a bandit from the cops

It's catching you now
Closer, closer. . .
Will you escape?
He runs you over, like a bulldozer

You're on the grass
It has a sickle and knife
Will you make it?
Or is this the end of life?

You feel a sharp pain,
And then a dark end,
You see a light
Around the bend

The lights glows
It welcomes you
It draws you in,
And your life is new

You hear a steady sound,
Thump thump
It sounds like a heart
Bump bump

The heart stops ticking,
Your life is done,
That heart was yours,
Chances of survival are none.

You have no survival,
No revival,
No retrieval,
It's inconceivable
It's inevitable,
No variety,
No society,
No satisfaction,
No good action,
No good deed,
You can't plant a seed
To indeed
Create a better life
Because there none
In your future

Then you wake up
To the morning light,
Fresh breaths of air,
For life, you fight

It was all just a dream
Very nightmarish
And now you cherish
Because you haven't perished

You are alive and well,
You are glad
You aren't dead
You're a happy lad.

The End

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Gage About the Author: Gage

Gage is a talented 15-year-old author from Florida who began writing for Phoophie Tales at the age of 12. In his free time, he enjoys acting, video games, reading and writing stories. What inspires Gage is reading other great horror stories and wanting to make his own to inspire others.

about the illustrator, kkc bauder

About the Artist:

KKC is a second generation artist from Texas. She was raised on abstract expressionism and loves playing with line, color and motion to create free-form paintings that can be interpretated in many different ways. Her work is inspired by Music and Literature. You can visit her art shop at: Cool Unique Original Art | apparel & gifts

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