In the shadows, he lurks, with a cloak of black,
His scythe glinting in the moonlight, ready to attack.
But there's someone who finds beauty in his dark embrace,
Who sees beyond the fear, to a deeper, darker place.
She is drawn to his presence, his mysterious allure,
Fascinated by death, she cannot ignore.
She knows that he is not evil, just a part of life,
And in his silent company, she feels no strife.
The Grim Reaper, to her, is a symbol of change,
A reminder that all things must eventually rearrange.
She sees him as a guardian, guiding souls to the next stage,
A gentle hand in the passage from life to the afterlife page.
While others may shudder at his chilling form,
She finds solace in his presence, safe and warm.
For she knows that in the end, we all must face,
The embrace of the Grim Reaper, with dignity and grace.
So she walks with him, hand in hand,
Embracing the darkness, in a strange and beautiful land.
For to her, the Grim Reaper is not to be feared,
But a respected companion, in whom she finds her weird.
Write a poem about someone who likes the grim reaper
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