As the scythe of the hooded reaper Fell on the golden orb The air became resplendent with many hues to enthrall, That moment was short lived As the reapers whims were strong Darkness he preferred to do his job, The grim reaper laughed at his job He got the souls he coveted. Hello Resties! April is National Poetry Writing Month. A month where you hone your poetry writing skills by giving yourself a challenge to write a poem every day of the month! Use your observation skills, discover your unique style with us. We would be giving you simple word/topic prompts each day, with suitable backgrounds this April to help you write! Today's Topic ~ DARKNESS 🎁The best poems will be featured on a daily basis!
