Analysis of The Reaper and the Angel
The Reaper stands above me clad
in black, to match his sunken eyes
clasping a whip, he turns me now
away, giving him his target.
The leather rips my flesh apart
still there is no sign of stopping
I do not count, I simply wait
'til he deems his satisfaction.
I hear it drop and I may turn
to the Angel now standing there
in the space the Reaper has been
I cannot speak, I hang my head.
The Angel, he now takes my hand
to help me up and clean my wounds
"Thank you", I say with gratitude
knowing the Angel may morph again.
| Scheme | XXXX XXXX XXXX XXXX |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 01010111 01111101 1011111 01101110 01011101 11111110 11111101 1111010 11110111 10101101 00101011 11011111 01011111 11110111 1111110 100101101 |
| Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
| Characters | 504 |
| Words | 105 |
| Sentences | 4 |
| Stanzas | 4 |
| Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4 |
| Lines Amount | 16 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 25 |
| Words per line (avg) | 7 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 100 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 26 |
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Submitted on November 11, 2013
Modified on March 05, 2023
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