>The Soul Reaper

3:26 PM

>tiptoe through the roses
the darkness draws near
breath, ice
eyes, cold
black, dry without a tear
babies cry
they whimper in the night
starving, freezing
soft flutter of wings blue
approaches, a dark soul
in one claw the raven
in the other
a beauty unfurled
of truth and lies
love and hate
oh, silent hunter
beautiful killer
mystery of the night
oh, most lethal and fatal mate
that I might join in your final rendu
and now captured
the prey
screams silent, worthless
worthless against such fate
world drifting,
to an endless world of black
how I envy you

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