I'm working on a very difficult poem. What I have so far I really like. There is a bit more, but trying to fit it to form is proving to be incredibly difficult. I would like to get some opinions on what I have so far. Thanks.
Death's Kiss
The weeping is haunting, relentlessly chaunting, but I remain still as my brother
His corpse on the ground is the source of this sound; and I wonder of my missing mother.
My brothers and father start digging with care,
I sharpen my knife and begin to prepare.
I know who is guilty, whose lives I will take.
I'll not rest ‘til I find my dear mother.
I commence with the chase, set a vigorous pace; my steed gallops faithfully onward.
My vision is steady, my purpose made ready, and I, the grim reaper, move forward.
With saddle horn grippéd, my scythe at my side,
I head into battle with death as my bride.
No, nothing shall interrupt what I have planned.
I’ll herd them to h**l like The Shepherd.
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