A reaper and harvester of souls
Dark foreboding filled the narrow street
Big tall old wretched buildings leaving in
The street lights shone from the top of their posts
Spotlighting some areas while leaving others in shadow
Door on either side shut and bolted
Then a gust of wind blew rubbish down the street
Suddenly the air became chilled
And there stood a devilish entity
But dressed and looking in the form of man
Black suit white shirt black tie
White combed back ruffled hair
With a white goatee and moustache
But eyes unfocused and made of pure entire alabaster
No pupils to see just a white orb stare
He grinned fiendishly while standing there
He held at his side a cane yet he needed no support
It was a weapon and implement of torture and pain
Grimly fiendishly he went on his way
Seeking souls to steal this day
His aged skin and looks did not undermine
The sophisticated look of seeming refined
He swaggered in a casual gait
And felt confident in his way
He saw a female in her room within her flat
Brushing her hair readying to go out
His alabaster eyes turned from white to deep red
And he positioned himself and patiently waited
As she exited on to the street
Swift he was and very fleet of feet
He spoke to the woman and used his charm to disarm
And she'd agreed to go sith him for he seemed to offer no harm
They found her body later that day
Cast aside with a look if dismay in an alleyway
In her autopsy though intact
They found her heart was missing
Which was a very strange fact
But what they could not see too
Was her soul was also gone
Stolen by the grimly feindish demon
Who was still at large stealing souls as and hearts
From the shadows in the streets so dark
And with his charm that aided him to hypnotise
He stole hearts, souls and lives
For that was his satanic role you see
A reaper and harvester from brings blessed with humanity
And is very good at his job
So stay alert and you may stop
The same fault befalling you
For if he gains your heart and soul
Your spirit you lose and you'll wander endlessly in between life and death
Suffering because peace for you will be bereft
And you'll wander in perpetual loneliness of death
Wailing a song of sad suffering lonliness.
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