The Soul Collector

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a poem about my vision of the personification of death. The Soul Collector appears in my novel The Underground as well, but this is just a poem about death.

Submitted: January 28, 2009

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Submitted: January 28, 2009

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A dark peace is a lonely stranger,
noble upon the wings of death.
It comes quickly and silently,
uncaring of what it's victim wants,
for his will is stronger than
any god-fearing man.
Not even Jesus can save you,
for he faced death himself.
The stranger comes in silken robes,
his claws covered by velvet gloves.
He approaches as a feaver victim,
claimed by the plague,
soiled morbidity drenched in blood,
rank with decay and depression.
He whispers softly in your ear,
he does't want to disrupt you,
he wants his victims to pass in peace.
He doesn't want you soul tainted by fear
before he pulls it from your throat.
 


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