THE SOUL COLLECTOR



The Soul Collector haunts the night
To kill the living and the dead,
Severing arteries with a scythe
Reaching deep into people’s chests:

To grip a living, throbbing heart
Within his fearsome, ghostly hand,
To squeeze the life out of the living
Across the breadths of this foul land.

A scythe of ghostly ectoplasm
Can kill the spirits of the dead,
Ripping and rending their spirit bodies
Far worse than when their lives first fled.

A legend from the olden times
Carried down into the present,
The Soul Collector’s scythe will swing
Until all life is surely spent.

He stalks at night through lonely graveyards
To terrify the ghostly tenants,
Scything the ectoplasmic bodies
Of spirits who offer up no defence.

Nothing dares to breathe or move
For terror stalks this awful land,
When the Soul Collector is reaping
Neither dead nor living has a chance.

Legends say the Soul Collector
Was scything souls of Neanderthal Man,
Fifty-thousand years later
The Collector terrorises this land.

THE END
© Copyright 2021 Philip Roberts
Melbourne, Victoria, Australia

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The Soul Collector haunts the night To kill the living and the dead, Severing arteries with a scythe Reaching deep into people’s chests:

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Written on February 24, 2010

Submitted by PHIL_ROBERTS on June 18, 2021

Modified on March 05, 2023

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Scheme XAXX XBCB XADA XXCX XXDX XBCX EXEB XXX
Closest metre Iambic tetrameter
Characters 1,027
Words 175
Stanzas 8
Stanza Lengths 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 3

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