A Poem I Thought Of Yesterday For You Called 'Reaper, Standing There'!!!!!!!!!!!

Reaper, Standing There

Reaper, standing there, why do you cry,
In the shadows,
In the fog,
In the mist?
It must be someone he missed.

Reaper, standing there, did someone die?
Someone you knew?
Someone you loved?
I could make a list,
But it must be someone he missed.

Reaper, standing there, don't be shy,
Talk to me,
Speak to me,
How can I assist?
Was it someone you missed?

Reaper, standing there, who died?
Was it someone you loved,
Someone you cherised,
Someone you kissed?
Could it be someone he missed?

Reaper, standing there, why do you sigh?
Reapers can love,
Reapers can feel,
Though grim, they exist,
And he has someone he missed.

Reaper, standing there, why do you cry,
In the shadows,
In the fog,
In the mist?
It must be someone he missed.



(I took a shower yesterday morning and, in the steamy mirror, was a figure that looked like the Grim Reaper sobbing. I made up a poem for him.)

Theme Thursday - Festival

I have absolutely no clue what to do, so I will make you a cheesy word-down-the-side poem!

Funky times, strange places,
Empty bottles, crazy faces,
Something odd, the peoples' races,
Televised events, teens with braces,
Interesting ways, no shoes and no laces,
Volkswagen buses, matching our paces,
All the festivals continue with good graces,
Let us join the festival of love, just in case...s.

Hehe, makes no sense, but enjoy! XD