I actually need a title... as I'm not pleased with the other. I was thinking, "Red-rovers last prayer". Suggestions are asked for, better yet encouraged. Also, I feel my finish is lacking, although the meaning is there, it lacks in structure and flow... Your thoughts friends?

Reaper reap her, you called her by name.

Much like red-rover, a childhood game.

Ah ,but to play with the shadows

of vibrant virtues once lost.

Faint fantasies of fiction;

Felled innocence regained.

Of friends holding hands.

Of the times before pain.

Reaper, Weeper; I Cry for today

Naïve knights no longer swing or sway

Lances of golden copper papier-mâché

Turned to ogres

by spells made stronger by age.

Their squires not skipping

But grasping

little

whittled

wooden

canes.

Reaper, Deeper, Desperate my dreams;

of childhood toys and fanciful things.

To travel through time

and tell a small boy, who’s happy at play;

“Run for your life, monsters cometh this way!”

“They’ll sneak up like wrinkles, Alzheimer’s, old age.”

“Run, young man, run.

Else the pain in your bones

make running a strain.”

Reaper, Sweet keeper, I beg and I plea.

Steal away this small son; the child in me.

Guide him goodly with no damage done.

Sing him the song

that sweet mother had sung.

Amongst pictures and paintings

of familiar specters

and familial ghosts.

Oh grim, Oh grim,

Reaper my friend.

With the amnesty of dying

held in cold hand.

Protect him, defend him

Til’ red-rovers rules

snatch my name,

beneath your breath;

and this old sullied man

may calmy lay to rest.

With child at heart

And spirit at play.