Mr. Grim

Smirking beneath his hood, the Grim Reaper arrives,

Beckoning him forward,

Hunger gleaming in his eyes.

He follows every curl of the Reaper's wiry bones

The man who claims to have it all,

Little does he know Mr. Grim here is just here to take back what he owns.

Isn't this what they call the pride before the fall?

When he gets close, the Reaper whispers low:

Dear mortal, where did you think you would go, with all this pomp and show?

Remember my words and repeat them slow

Every night to yourself so that you know:

The more rotten the soul, the sweeter the harvest

For men like you, the night is darkest.

You shall beg for a taste of light but have none

Such will be your plight, you will come undone.

With that Mr. Grim hands him the flowers

And dissipates into the late hours

Of the night.

But this is not all, the man realizes soon enough,

These soft creatures are made of sterner stuff!

The Begonias in pink smile up at him and say:

"Beware! your pride will lead you astray...''

'Enough of this folly!' The man exclaims, and throws the bouquet into the furnace, it goes up in flames.

He thinks its over and collapses in his chair,

With beads of sweat dripping from his hair.

I'm going mad! He thinks to himself in despair

This is it, the end is near.

"Not so quick!" A bellowing laugh resounds.

"This is what you get, o mortal, for crossing all your bounds."

All of a sudden, the embers begin to glow,

It blinds the man momentarily, causing him to groan.

Before he can recover, the fire grows and grows,

The only thing the neighbors hear are the petrel's sorrowful moans.

Took a bit of a dark turn but this is what I came up with, haha. Hope you like it.