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A skinny, tall figure,
Cloaked in black, with a hood.
No eyes, but a grin,
Whatever the mood.

No people can see him,
Not even his shadow.
He walks straight through walls,
But no one can follow.

Although he might seem cruel,
He's just doing his job.
Releasing lost souls
From the grip of this world.

His weapon of choice
When fulfilling his chores
Is a two-handed scythe,
With a blade forged in steel.

Should he be coming your way
You might feel like running,
But really, it’s pointless;
The Grim Reaper is cunning.

Comments (7)

Aina wrote on Feb, 07th, 2009 at 17:11:28
Også rød badeand da! :D Kan det bli bedre?

anders wrote on Feb, 07th, 2009 at 17:15:38
Jeg tror man skal lete en stund etter noe som er bedre i det minste. :o)

anders wrote on Feb, 07th, 2009 at 17:18:30
Enn røde badeender altså ...

kamikaze wrote on Feb, 09th, 2009 at 22:31:55
Cool :)

anders wrote on Feb, 10th, 2009 at 00:04:33
:D

André wrote on Feb, 10th, 2009 at 17:24:41
Jeg har en rød badeand...betyr det at jeg er..ond?

anders wrote on Feb, 10th, 2009 at 17:56:41
Bare hvis du har en ljå også...?