“Echo of the Reaper” by SerpentStare

Death stalks tonight;
But guilty footprints, shrieking truth, betray his passage.
His heart’s a drum in sharp staccato,
Pounding mortal fear in mortal danger.
The darkness whispers:
“There is no escape…”
Blood on his fingers
And fire in the black,
The seeking eye of Justice comes hunting:
He is not the only one
To bear the reaper’s scythe tonight;
For he has run beyond forgiveness now,
And there is no return.


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