by Jason Constantine Ford
Where is the Reaper sowing seed tonight?
Is he evolving swifter in the way of guile
As one concealed among the trees away from sight
Until his lust for blood becomes a rose fertile?
In all the places where the Reaper comes,
He waits within shadows until his prey succumbs
To fear about the way a life is prone to falter
When it sees its’ neck as helpless in a halter.
The crops he reaps are thrown into a bowl
Which mixes flesh and blood until they harden
Into compost unique which suits his garden,
A garden fit for Death’s embrace upon a soul.
Prey ensnared within the places where the Reaper sows
Cannot escape the fate of Death’s repeated blows.
© 2015 Jason Constantine Ford
Jason Constantine Ford is from Perth in Australia. He works as an employee at a book shop. He has over ninety publications of poetry and fiction in various poetry and literary magazines, ezines and journals from around the world such as the Cortland Review, the Criterion: an International Journal in English, the Muse: an International Journal of Poetry, Bewildering Stories, and the Horror Zine. The major influences on his style of poetry are Edgar Alan Poe and William Blake. Jason’s main influences for short stories are Bram Stroker and Phillip K. Dick. For correspondence, contact Jason at email@example.com
“The Reaper” previous publication history:
Anvil Online magazine of Danse Macabre Issue 62, October 2012.
The Horror Zine, October 2014.
Blood Moon Rising Issue 59, January, 2015.
The Stray Branch, March, 2015.
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