Reaper passed my way again

Reaper passed my way again
By
R. L. Karlowsky

What cruel joke the showman of the universe cast his foul humor my way again,
Lest I live when dawn breaks, my soul forced into darker realm,
Hide in the shadows or the mundane or under the earth, nowhere to be found,
He casts his eye upon you, all that is misery comes your way, sunder, no laughter.

Fear for happiness in a moment, for his in a moment of your laughter he will extract pain that lasts a lifetime.
He has no heart, men of faith and honor beware, for the battles not fought on the field, the costs is always in the heart.

He takes away another of my loved ones and drags her deep into the earth.
My tears fall to the earth and drain into a river of despair.
Oh killer of dreams, hope and destroyer of love, why have you taken so innocent my love, my wife, my soul.

I beg cast me in her place as you will not when you laugh in pleasures I suffer most dire.
Cursed am I as to watch them take my wife into the earth, oh destroyer of hearts and harbinger of most dire.
I should suffer a million deaths to save but a precious moment before you stole her from me.

Lest my sins be a mountain top, and hers none. Most pure of heart, most loving of mother, most precious wife.
I miss your warmth in the cold night’s shade, your gentle touch when storms of my heart grew as you calm them most fair of fair.

Your laughter would heal any broken heart, your soft touch to those who grew ancient and fear.
My heart longs as I walk these empty halls searching a glimpse or a call or a sound your smell of sweet water.
None shall be heard but the ticking of clocks and creaking of old wood.

When the cold wind batters this empty abode of lost love and the walls remember the laughter of past days.
Nothing now but the silence and far off echoes in my heart I hear most dread as a child weeping alone in an empty hall.

Oh, harbinger of pain and reaper of souls, hated by all, you who were cast from the beginning and found your way as the two were cast from the garden.
Most cruel being, you cast your spear through my heart, yet I cannot die, for the point is buried deep and bleeds with tears of loss, loneliness and longing.

How much should a man endure as you leave him standing alone in this fog of death?
My precious wife, we shared our life, our dreams and our hopes.
How cruel the keeper of the sickle most strikes the heart of the lovers and yet leaves the heart of the wicked untouched.

Oh god of all, I beg your promise of someday to wipe every tear.
For now I stand shaken, alone and without mercy, as the cold cruel reaper of souls passed my way again.

© R L Karlowsky 2013