Grim's Fight

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    Grim's Fight

    I am feared by most
    I will come to greet all.
    Your time will come too
    And I will answer the call.

    My job is a serious one
    And I take it as such.
    The breath of life
    Snuffed out by my touch.

    Universally known
    By Death or the Reaper.
    Of Souls passing on
    I am their Keeper.

    My existence is dark
    Solitary and devoid.
    So when I took notice
    Naturally, I was annoyed.

    Who is this Other
    Who dare intrude on Me?
    Who is this Other
    So similiar to Thee?

    Following me around
    Like a lost little dog!
    Mimicking my moves
    Moving in a fog.

    This is not a game
    There is no fun here.
    How did you come to be?
    Imposing on my career!

    This job's meant for one
    Go on, GET OUT!
    No reaction at all
    As he carries about.

    Then a thought
    Crosses through my hood.
    What if he's here for me?
    Hmm, that's no good.

    But I'm the One
    Sickle over my back
    Of all the death's
    to tally and keep track.

    Can death be killed?
    Does Death have an end?
    Panic ensues
    I will defend!

    But how? This is new
    The emotional range
    Is a different experience
    Something quite strange.

    I'm hurt and angry
    and scared and upset.
    Is this how humans feel?
    Is this how they get?

    Poor, pathetic little beings
    Now I understand their fear
    When the end draws close
    And I suddenly appear.

    I will fight 'til the end
    Death is what I do!
    I Am Death, Yes I Am!
    And I will scare you!

    I muster everything
    I have within me.
    I turn to fight
    to make him flee.

    I release my powers
    In one massive ball.
    Nothing, nada, zip
    No reaction at all.

    Frustrated and confused
    This is a first.
    I'm usually pretty scary
    Especially at my worst.

    That was everything
    I had within me.
    What to do now?
    To get him to flee?

    For the first time ever
    I hang my head.
    Defeat feeling heavy
    A feeling of dread.

    I notice something strange
    As I turn to surrender.
    His reaction is identical
    He's not the offender.

    Hmm, peculiar behavior
    For the winner of Grim.
    That's when I notice
    The similiarities of Him.

    It dawns on me
    Then and not before
    The strange other Him
    Is my shadow, nothing more.

    I laugh at myself
    At the idiocy displayed.
    All along I was worried
    For this role I've been played.

    I'm still the Grim
    Safe and secure.
    My identity back
    In a world obscure.


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    bandit1192 commented on Grim's Fight

    01-27-2009

    A lot of work went into this. I like your story telling. Great job! TS

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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