Candlewitch

Aug 26, 2009 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Reaper's Promise

Fear ye not...
'tis nothing personal
as, sooner or later,
we all must make
the long crossing
over the river
of midnight black.
Nowhere to run,
hiding is futile.
Soon enough we
will feel his
shadowy touch.
Grim comes to
claim us all
when our stalks
of wheat are ripe,
he wields his scythe
with deadly command,
cutting us cleanly,
swiftly down.
As surely as day
is followed by night,
We are the harvest
as he is the
Harvester of Souls.

— Candlewitch, Aug 26, 2009

About This Poem

About the Author

Region, Country: Northwestern Wisconsin USA, USA

Favorite Poets: Edgar Allan Poe, William Blake, Bob Dylan, Tom Petty, Carlos Castaneda, Jim Morrison, the whole of Neopoet and many more., Candlewitch

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Critiques

Seren

16 years 9 months ago

Dearest Cat ...

This one affected me deeply my friend , again you write of truths and the punch home of reality, you have a wonderful mix of the fantasy and modern in your poetry I think thats why I love your words so much love and hugz Jayne x x x "We did not change as we grew older; we just became more clearly ourselves. Lynn Hall" ...

Candlewitch

16 years 9 months ago

Dearest Jayne

I think of anyone here you understand me best. Perhaps it is because we both dream in colour, lol, but seriously, we have so very much in common. Love Ya much Cat

Seren

16 years 9 months ago

Dearest Cat

I do know how much we have in common and I sometimes read more than what I actually comment on , but i think you know that as well , you do it with me too, and I love that respect we have for each other , your a beautiful person and I am proud to call you my friend .. love and hugz Jayne x x x "We did not change as we grew older; we just became more clearly ourselves. Lynn Hall" ...

Candlewitch

16 years 9 months ago

Dearest Jayne

Same back at you! *tears of joy* Love, Cat

greeneyes

16 years 9 months ago

cat

Wonderful is all i can say greeneyes

Candlewitch

16 years 9 months ago

Green Eyes

You have graced my poem by your reading of it. Thank you so much. Always, Cat

Wafi

16 years 9 months ago

So Beautiful, Cat!!

So beautiful, Cat! A deep and touching write... My favorite lines; "we all must make the long crossing over the river of midnight black." And this was just wonderful! "We are the harvest as he is the Harvester of Souls" Sincerely, Wafi "Culture, location and beliefs; All vanish with love!" ~Afzal Shauq~

Candlewitch

16 years 9 months ago

hi Wafi

It is so good to see you here. Thank you so much. Those are my favorite lines, too! Always, Cat

hugo la rosa

16 years 9 months ago

Dear Cat

Those words are so well placed, and so harmonious, that to me they seem taking flight from the Bhagavad Gita, a great and symbolic work of art. Regards, Hugo

Candlewitch

16 years 9 months ago

Dear Hugo

The Bhagavad Gita! What a splendid complement to give me! Thank you so very much! Always, Cat

lyz

16 years 9 months ago

Dear Candlewitch.

Loved it, and between the title, flow etc, I cannot see any fault. I read it a couple of times out loud and to me it is awesome. Thank you, Lyz.

Candlewitch

16 years 9 months ago

Hi Lyz,

I could have sworn I made a response to your comment, but now I can't find it anywhere. (Very strange) Oh well, I'll just do it again. Thank you so very much for reading and responding. Your comments are always appreciated. Always, Cat

Janice Pearce

16 years 9 months ago

Reaper's Promise

Cat, What can I say? This one blew me away! For some reason my comments of yesterday disappeared hmmm~ ________________________________________________ Income-tax forms should be more realistic by allowing the taxpayer to list "Uncle Sam" as a dependent Anonymous

Candlewitch

16 years 9 months ago

Thanks Janice, I appreciate

Thanks Janice, I appreciate your comments! Always, Cat

themoonman

16 years 9 months ago

Cat...

a truth so vividly told... we all will meet our ends. ouch... but I love it... Richard

Candlewitch

16 years 9 months ago

Richard

I'm glad you loved it. I swear I didn't see your poem when i posted this. I wouldn't hurt you for anything in the world. You have my deepest respect. Always, Cat

themoonman

16 years 9 months ago

oh goodness Cat...

I didn't take it like that at all, I was referring to it biting us all in the end, thank you for your genuine concern and again, I loved this on the "Edge" poem... thanks Cat, you are a gem! Richard

Hooded Stranger

16 years 9 months ago

Hmmmm.

I find it interesting you choose to use the line 'the long crossing over the river'...I have never looked at it that way...I agree with the 'of midnight black'. I like it when a poem goes against the way I understand things...it opens new avenues to my mind. Great piece. I would of liked it to have been much much longer so I can understand more of where your head is in respect of death. Maybe a Part II? kindest regards, HS

Candlewitch

16 years 9 months ago

Dear HS

Thank you for reading and commenting on my poem "Reaper's Promise." Maybe someday I will write a part #2, but for now this is all there is. This poem is by my male alter ego, Edge, who writes a lot of very dark poetry. My publishing name is Eddy Styx, and I have a book of dark poetry out by Sam's Dot publishing, on the genre mall. My book, titled, The Book Of Styx, can be found here: http://www.genremall.com/new.htm On death I personally believe in reincarnation and Karma. Always, Cat

hardcorechick28

16 years 9 months ago

very well done

Very well done....my son, who says he sees spirits talks about the grim reaper frequently. what a great description of his purpose.

Candlewitch

16 years 9 months ago

hello!

I have seen my fair share of spirits, too, starting at a very tender age. But no one believed me and my Grandmother said I was evil and it was really the Devil I was seeing and talking to, which led to beatings and having to listen to her read the bible over me for what seemed like hours at a time. I'm glad your son has an enlightened mother to care for him. Thank you for reading and commenting. Nice to see you. Always, Cat

ziggy

16 years 9 months ago

reapers promise

enda, patrick collins. hi i love all of it, great theme to write on

Candlewitch

16 years 9 months ago

hello Edd

Thank you so much for reading and commenting. I'm glad you like the subject matter! Always, Cat

Electric Blue

16 years 9 months ago

reaper

cat This reminds me of my poem Dark Messenger my grim reaper electric blue

Candlewitch

16 years 9 months ago

Maggie

If I reminded you of another poem, then I must be doing something right! Thanks for reading. Always, Cat

dbaker

16 years 9 months ago

WOW

Cat, Dear heart, lovely piece of work. I really enjoyed this piece a great deal. Fear ye not… ‘tis nothing personal as, sooner or later, we all must make the long crossing over the river of midnight black. That is the strongest stanza in this piece. Or at least it is to me. Loved the flow of your work. Nice movement to it. I have missed reading your work. All my absolute best! DS Baker

Candlewitch

16 years 9 months ago

hello DS

How have you been? It is so very nice to see you! Thanks for reading my poem and telling me what you liked about it. Always a pleasure when you visit me! Always, Cat

infinite_dwarf

16 years 8 months ago

That black river crossing

That black river crossing just sent little chills up my spine. Such a dark write, but then, that is Edge! Creepy, but in a good way. I hope to never see that river. ps. I keep wanting to put 'bounty' in 'harvests' place in the closing lines, but that's just me. ~Jess K. ----------------------- "I called out of work because of anal euphoric myopia: I couldn't see my happy ass being there...."

Candlewitch

16 years 8 months ago

Dear Jess-Dwarf

I'm not real jazzed about ever seeing that River, myself. You've made a good suggestion, and I will keep it in mind. Thanks for reading. Always, Cat

orgami

16 years 3 months ago

clear cut

used to use a chainsaw and chipper on commercial line cutting up in the bucket trimming near the phone lines the heat of day all that racket mowing down strips of forest and then working on places where the feilds were being prepared for food for animals round bales of hay or straw the smoothness in the purpose revelaed your poems are always examinations of wonder for me and this one is no less Thank You