Reaper

I heard you, Death,

come by today.

I kindly asked you,

go away. 

We need your services no longer,
for our weak
have grown much stronger.

Yes! I stated
she can walk
she can laugh
and she can talk.

Sir, I know that who we adore
once was frail
but nevermore.

We took her here,
we cared quite nice!
So please sir, leave
I will not ask twice.

Fooling you?
Well Sir, I never!
You will find I have not grown that clever.

Those other folk,
They've told you of lore!
Not be jested by them,
I'll see you to the door.

Step-Monster

How can a woman be so cold?
As if a demon swept up her soul -
Took it away to the hollows beneath,
kept it in stomach, held as a feast.

This wicked, she stands,
a mosquitoed mouth
burrowed in victims
swallowing shouts.

Holds no mercy
to the truest believer,
crushing their will
as they stand just beneath her.

Will no morning come? Will no victim rise?
To cast her down through photographer's eyes?
To gaze then, upon her
to show her what's what!
May no glory save us
from this feminine smut?
May no warmth become her?

A bottle, a pen
this ink will destroy her
killing her, then.
Taking her reign to a solid end.

My Reaper, such a humble friend by comparison.