he stalks the night,
in search of souls,
and yet he has not one himself,
this souless monster,
who's heart is cold.
this creature so dark,
waits in the midst of the night,
he shy's away from the light of the world,
he is a lonely beast,
deamed an evil creature,
he forever lurks in the shadows.
he has no life,
and no choice of how he lives,
ferrying the departed souls,
to the after life.
an empty shell unable to feel loves tender embrace,
always within reach of the world,
yet destened never to touch,
souless. lonely. bound for eternity.
by j.lowe