The water runs blood red, the body lying in the middle of the stream.
I’m walking and I hear the scream.
The blood curling scream for the sight of something that was seen.
I jog, I run, I haul over rocks and past the trees.
I see a girl looking down the bank, and there was seen.
The grim reeper pulling buckets of hearts out of the bloody stream.
I yell to him “ grim reeper what are you doing?”
He picked up a heart and started chewing.
I yell to him again “ Grim reeper what are you doing?”
He turned and floated to me as if on a bedeviled wing.
He stood infront of me and all I could see was his hood in place, and in that a dark black space staring back at me.
His robe really dark, and his sive in hand and all he did was stand.
Then he gave me the kiss of death.
I yelled and screamed but said hello to death.
And it is now that I am in the stream.