The Grim Reaper

“Wait!” She cried with tears in her eyes,
For the hour drew nigh that she was to die.
The darkness caught her as the Grim Reaper sought her
to take her to the grave.

The tears fell hard,
glistening and sharp,
Piercing her very soul and heart.
How could one so happy and strong come to this?

And as the last tear fell,
as the light was snuffed out,
So did the hearts of all who
had, did, and would ever love her shatter.