*Magnify*
SPONSORED LINKS
BY ONLINE AUTHORS
Printed from https://www.writing.com/main/view_item/item_id/1820570-GRIM-REAPER
Printer Friendly Page Tell A Friend
(1)
Rated: · Poetry · Dark · #1820570
ONCE YOU FACE DEATH YOU CAN SPIT IN HIS FACE I DO IT HERE

Death be not proud some have called you mighty and and dreadful but thou art not so.
Many fear your icy grip but I do not you hold no power nor control over me.

I am the master of my fate the captain of desires
So death be not proud.

Ir is I who am in control not you.
You hold no sway over me vengeful spirit
My soul is not yet yours to claim
© Copyright 2011 Master_Wolf (master_wolf at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates have been granted non-exclusive rights to display this work.
Log in to Leave Feedback
Username:
Password: <Show>
Not a Member?
Signup right now, for free!
All accounts include:
*Bullet* FREE Email @Writing.Com!
*Bullet* FREE Portfolio Services!
Printed from https://www.writing.com/main/view_item/item_id/1820570-GRIM-REAPER