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In the Raven's Haven
A monster silently sleeps
Sharpening his scythe
Awaiting the moment to reap
This monster is familiar to us all
We know him as grief and pain
We call him the grim reaper
And from our loss, he will gain
The sound of death rings in his ears
As a smile forms on his teeth
He grabs his scythe and he grabs his cloak
And heads out into the street
He glides effortlessly
Under shadow he lurks
Creeping so very silently
All the while keeping his smirk
For today is a special occasion
That dosen’t often come by
instead of killing someone old,
A little boy is going to die
His name is little Timmy
He has cancer of the lung
He can’t be but three or four
His life has just begun
The mother and father are at his side
As the ventilator takes a breath
Doing its best to keep him alive
To keep away impending death
At 10:45 the reaper arrived
Upon the hospital door
And by 10:47 he had made his way
To little Timmy’s floor
He lurked through the silent halls
Without a single breath
In search of the hospital room
Where Mr. Timothy slept
By 10:50 on the dot
He slid into the room
The family of Timmy unknowing
Of the ever impending doom
Death stood at the door
enjoying the moment so dear
A mother and father protecting their son
As their heartbeats thump with fear
He walked towards the bed
And stairs at Timmy's face
To kill such a beautiful boy
Was rather a disgrace
This disgrace is what make death smile
As 10:59 ticked around
And by 11:00 o'clock that very night
Little Timmy was heaven bound
Death continued to smile
As he exited the room
Cleaning Timmy's blood off his scythe
By the light of the crescent moon
The reaper glided back down the street
Back to his haunted home
Where souls of people that he deceased
Go back to freely roam
When he arrived back to his house
And flipped upon the light
He couldn't believe his blackened eyes
It was a truly horrifying sight
In his house there was a boy
Who couldn't be but three or four
Waiting silently in the dark
Sitting upon the floor
His name was little Timmy
Death recognized him well
The image conjured fear in death
As cold as fiery hell
For Timmy shouldn't have been in deaths house
But in heaven to play and roam
But instead of an eternity of fun
Little Timmy had haunted him home
- by The_Raven_Haven |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 05/07/2009 |
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- Title: little Timmy
- Artist: The_Raven_Haven
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- Date: 05/07/2009
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Comments (2 Comments)
- Princess Jenny is Sexy - 05/11/2009
- this is good!
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- emoly01 - 05/09/2009
- I like the ending. It seemed so somber at first and then... I like it. heh. a lot
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