by Andrew J. Müller

Don’t fear the Reaper
For Death is our friend
He brings our horrible
Lives to an end
When his blade comes to greet us
We should stand up proud
And give Death a smile
And welcome him loud
For the reality is
Death will come to pass
And we are his lawn
And he mows us like grass
Then we go away
To our respective Valhallas
Where valkyries serenade us
With tales of our valour
So when Death comes to my door
I will greet him with glee
For I don’t fear the Reaper
He’s a friend to me.

This poem appears alongside many others by Andrew in BeWrite Books's "Shaken and Stirred: Poetry from the Far Corners" published in 2002.

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