Beware the Reaper whose number is 13.
A number etched where his heart should have been.
He's The Wraith, Reaper of Reapers, Shatteror of Souls, The Unclean.
He appears as a gentleman to you and to me.
But is no less than a Demon when he's seen.
Beneath the facade he is no less than bones of an eerie white sheen.
Remember dear children, stay clear of his path, and keep your mind keen.
Lest he takes you away to his bride, The Nether Queen.
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By: Dawn Louise Graves
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{aka: Nonnie Louise, to friends and family (or) pen name: BindedAngel}
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Original work is signed and dated in my proper name and not my pen name. It is kept in my personal collections.
This poem was originally written in 1996 while I was in art school. It was done in calligraphy on parchment, but has become worn and faded. I happened upon it once more in a box that I was sorting and thought it quite fit a character created by another author whose novels I'm reading. So with that I posted it on Discord for opinions. Now I wish to share it with all of you. Happy reading.