Reaping Day

Fates unyielding hand through out the ages
A river slowly winding through out time
Epics of love and war writ on pages
On forgotten graves crawls the creeping thyme

Gone are the days when wars were fought for love
Shallow are hearts of men who fight for greed
Weighed, hearts of men will be by those above
Judged, to be damned or blessed by thy past deeds

Like serpent in thy bed, death lies in wait
To call yee name when thine time is up
Woe to the vanquished, the wickeds due fate
With the end so close it remains abrupt

But if thee were decent and good willed say
Need not fear the Reaper on reaping day