The Winter Reaping By Blue Devil In the cold air of the night with winter s fright he travels on The ice and wind do not hinder his quest that he is on Searching for the next one on his list he rolls up the paper and clinches his f ist Where is this mortal that he seeks for it is time for his life to cease He peaks in the glass window and tries to see within He clears the moisture wit h his hand He sees his victim drinking some gin With a sinister laugh the reaper grins Breaking the glass he darts right in cutting and slicing his victim The room is stained red with blood his body is now ready for the mud He then waits for his soul to rise to guide him to the afterlife Chalk up another one for the reaper who has sealed yet another fate He has added more to the devil s plate