GRIM REAPER

O! Grim reaper
I know of your essence
Instrument of fate
But your bones should be weary and leaden
Your scythe should have slacked it's thirst for gore
For numberless souls have you shuffed their mortal coil
Yet, you hunger after more
Though you're blameless, a true-hearted servant
You're blind to gold and silver
You're heartless; deaf to piteous cry
Alas! Your end is nigh
Ultimately, you shall be cast into a fiery mere
And humanity shall live forever more
Our flesh shall not wrinkle, neither shall our hair grizzled

WIDOW PLOUGHING A LONELY FURROW

At first light, in the morn
I set out to further my wanderings
Tripping the grassy ride along
To catch a boat sailing to other province

Along the path, a sweet sepulchral voice
Arrest my sympathy breast
Entranced by the sweetness of the voice
I seek it to find, thus, I became unquiet

I drew nigh, the verdant field rings
Of sweet lay,resonance with elegiac tune
I espied, behold 'tis the widow that sings
Her visage writ large in gloom

The tidings of this widow
Had once danced pass my ear
Alas! A pitiful lonely soul
She bore no heir

Sited neath a bower,in wonderment I stare
She had worked mightily on the farmland
Heaps arrayed on the earth bed
All she'd sown flowers on her fertile land

She sow and sings by herself
Pearls of perspiration watering the heaps
A solitary sower, with no hand to help
Anon, her eyes rimmed with fatigue

She cast her eyes heavenward
Storm clouds were gathering
She hurried, in fleet of foot homeward
Thence I further away in my wanderings