Analysis of THE REAPER
The Reaper stalks the dreadful night
His sickle sweeping like a scythe,
As a soulless body tumbles
The Reaper plucks another life.
A remnant from some old religion
Still, the Reaper keeps reaping on,
And though you think him merely fancy
Still, he comes for you anon.
Death in black raiments comes a’lurking
In the form of the dreadful Reaper,
Hunting through night’s streets and alleys
Like some loathsome midnight creeper.
Sickle swinging, a life departing
As the Reaper cuts a swathe,
People run in desperation
But all too soon, they’re in their graves.
Like a wave of roiling death
The Reaper cuts our futures down,
Till nothing dares to move or breathe
Or stray out in the haunted town.
A town now lost to naked terror
As death stalks through the empty streets,
Like a policeman with nightstick swathing
As he walks a doleful beat.
The Reaper reaps and few stay standing
In this awful place by night,
Where people lock themselves in houses
Preying just to reach daylight.
Yet the Reaper cannot be halted
As he sweeps his sickle wide,
And though the wary stay well hidden
Still, the Reaper won’t be denied.
Under bed sheets, inside closets
Cowering people try to hide,
Yet, their hopes all turn out futile
As in the night, some hundreds die.
Still, the people cower inside
Too terrified to attempt to flee,
As the Reaper cuts the town off
Till there is no chance to leave.
Phone lines severed, leaving people
All alone to meet their fate,
Still, a few try now to flee
Just to find it is too late.
The Reaper scythes the fleeing folk
Like a farmer scything corn,
Till all hopes and dreams are cut down
Leaving all the town forlorn.
Each and every night that passes
Still, more lives are cruelly finished,
And the hopes of those remaining
Are now rapidly diminished.
Slow but sure the town is slaughtered
No-one living there remains,
So the Reaper has to move on
To start once more his gruesome game.
Town by town is decimated
Until a continent has died,
Still the Reaper has not finished
Where there’s life, he stalks the night.
THE END
© Copyright 2021 Philip Roberts
Melbourne, Victoria, Australia
Scheme | AXXX BCDB EFXF EXBX XGXG FXEX EAHA XIBI XIJX IDXX JKDK ELGL HMEM XXCX XIMA XXX |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 01010101 11010101 10101010 01010101 010111010 10101101 011111010 111111 101111 001101010 10111010 111011 101001010 1010101 1010010 11111011 1011101 010110101 11011111 11100101 011111010 11110101 10010111 1110101 010101110 0110111 110101010 101111 101010110 1111101 010101110 10101101 10110110 10010111 11111110 10011101 10101001 11010111 10101011 1111111 11101010 1011111 1011111 1111111 01010101 101011 11101111 1010101 101001110 11111010 00111010 11100010 11101110 1110101 10101111 11111101 1111100 01010011 10101110 1111101 01 101010 100100010 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 2,051 |
Words | 373 |
Sentences | 16 |
Stanzas | 16 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 3 |
Lines Amount | 63 |
Letters per line (avg) | 27 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 105 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 23 |
About this poem
The Reaper stalks the dreadful night His sickle sweeping like a scythe, As a soulless body tumbles The Reaper plucks another life.
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Written on September 18, 2009
Submitted by PHIL_ROBERTS on June 19, 2021
Modified on April 13, 2023
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