When a reaper gets lonely,
(yes even THEY do)
they call on a friend,
(who's lonely too)
They hang out together,
(talking and such)
precious time they do spend,
(to discus there is much)
They talk about things,
(like death after life)
or their issues these days,
(whats just causing them strife)
Time passes quickly,
(the sun disapears)
they part different ways,
(not one spares sad tears)
The reaper goes on,
(sending souls to their hollow)
And it's friend remains hidden,
(as night hides a shadow)
But come by next dawn,
(when light shines down on us)
Our friend will return.
(and that you can trust)
This is an AWESOME poem I just made! I'm hoping for it to be my description for when I enter the arena with my avi. I dunno tho, does it match?
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