The Reapers and the Doomed

Once more upon this shallow ground
The Reapers pass without a sound
The graves, they shudder
Corpses stare
As chilling, through the midnight air
Death hath come again; he reeks
Disturbing those whose spirits sleeps
Come to take the new away
Ignores those who, doomed to stay
Forever on this hollow field
Wicked deed in grave revealed
Poisoned soul and wretched of mind
Greedy, they, and undefined
Fall away from he who comes
To clean the fields those felled with guns
Sweeping o’er sordid dregs
Clinging to his hollow legs
The souls of those who, doomed to stay
Unquiet in the grave do lay.