GRIM REAPER
GRIM REAPER Death, all pale and waxen, No pearly tooth or hair like flaxen, Pursues each like a relentless suitor, Patiently, like a bad child's tutor. Beckoning with peril and thrill, Or cheap promises in a pill, Like a hawker on the street, revealing trinkets or something sweet. Sometimes with... Sign in to see full entry.