NIGHT OF THE REAPER

First of all I wanna tell you that I was challenged into writing this poem. My friend said that I cant write gore, just coz Ive never done it before. Well, this is the result. I dunno if you'll like it. But give it a shot...............

The assassin's eyes glittered beneath the mask, lifeless and cold
At the unsuspecting prey, pathetic, if truth be told
The cold feel of metal, was a feeling to be savoured
An aphrodisiac, addictive and flavoured.

As she stood in the shadows, taking in many details at a time
She giggled inwardly, as he sang a nursery rhyme
His great, bare belly wiggled as he rose
And a feeling of disgust in what she was gonna do arose.

She was a murderer who fancied herself as the reaper
And in this abyss of madness, she plunged ever deeper
She had hacked seven people in as many days
Emboldened did she feel by the moon's strong rays.

The man sat again, unaware of his awaiting fate
And she chose this moment, to give in to madness and hate
Purposefully she moved, the scythe held strong in her hand
As a gentle breeze blew across the land.

She tapped him, he turned, and his eyes widened with fear
Mouth moving, but making sounds so unclear
The thin blade flashed, the severed arm fell with a plop
As the now red blade prepared with its next chop.

The man was a coward, helpless in his fright
As she poked the blade in one eye, the right
It punctured, and hung out, supported by many a valiant muscle
As he began to crawl, to beg and to hustle.

She chopped off and ear, it fell, a dead diseased looking thing
Thoroughly enjoying herself, she began to sing
The fatso screamed, he moved, he writhed and he wailed
For under this vision from hell, all his senses failed.

The next cut was deep, it was right in the tummy
And the fully grown man started to scream for his mummy
She plunged her hand in, and pulled out an intestine
As she said "Fool!! I am the Reaper, and you are mine !!"

He puked, as he tried to scream
Coz of pain, and fear, and blood oozing out in a stream
She let go, the intestine was visible, hanging out
His stomach now looking like a red waterspout.

She knew he was dying, she was thoroughly sad
Because he was the most entertaining victim she had ever had
She slit his throat, and heard him gag and gasp
And she felt heady with the power of death in her grasp.

She calmly drew away and watched him bleed and die
As the puke and blood, attracted the first fly
She swaggered off into the night, happy and having had fun
There was work to be done, the reaper's job was never done!!