Ive been tinkering with some poetry lately, so I thought I might make this little thread for the purpose. Any can post, and your thoughts/ideas on it would be helpful! So with that, here is the first.....

The Reaper When the final bell tolls, does it toll for you? Where will you hide, what will you do"

The breeze is chilling, the fog is creeping. The reaper is coming, is it you he's seeking?

You cannot run, nor can you hide. By his scythe, so many have died.