Reaped words.

Grave alive, cracked granite

nightmare awake, Reapers sonnet

ashes to ashes, flaming comet

deaths unfair hunt, run from it.

Come on and sport the inevitable chase

push, shove, ignorant that it's a race

ha,  pleasure from pain, upon the mortals face

my scythe swings, as I scream "BRACE"

for no creature alive can outpace my haste

their life draining fear,

O' how I do love you, my brother fate.

Insomnia tale's.

I talked to the devil, he's sick of the heat

I talked to an angel because gods tired and weak

so I talked to a demon, their version was bleak

so I talked to the ghost, heaven was unable to greet

he told me a tale centuries deep

on how demons came the caretakers, of the earthly halls that he creeps.

Guess I'll never find a good story that'll put me to sleep.