Dark Dreamscapes Poetry Contest

#2243548.

Waiting for The Grim Reaper’s Embrace

The grim reaper is at his desk
In Hell HQ
Reviewing his weekly quotas
Preparing to send his agents
Back into the field

He is behind his quota
But thanks to COVID
Many more people
Are dying

Which was good
For the bottom line
He got paid
For delivering bodies
To Limbo

Where God and Satan
Sorted out
Who would go where?
He did not care

He got paid
To dispatch the dead bodies
To limbo

The more deaths
The more he got paid

He sent his agent
A naked skeleton figure
To the bed of his latest victim

He breathed
The kiss of death
Upon her sleeping form
And she came into his arms

He carried her off
On the back of the black horse
Of death
That his agents rode

The agents brought her
To Limbo
He checked her in
Told her the rules

Wait here in Limbo
for judgment
For today is the date
You learn your fate