The Red Reaper
In the shadows of the burning eyes
a darkness stirs and wakes a sleeping beast
Firy rage and untested strenght Now lie waiting defeat
In the sea of twisted souls and lost lives
as a reaper rises to take the scythe
grip it in his hands of bleached bone
as crimson waves stain his robes
Leaving them stained with the lives he Helps pass
Into the places where shadows Reign
And even the foolish dare not tread
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