Phil Roberts

THE SOUL-EATER (II)

I am 64 and loves cats, rock music, and horror fiction and poetry






The Soul-Eater loves
Creating once-were people,
Devouring their souls.

When he takes a soul
The person stays alive but,
Now is not human.

The once-were people
Are created by this monster,
Leaving them mere shells.

Any soul will feed him
Teenagers or Adults,
Or the elderly.

But his favourites
Are the souls of young children
Juicy and so sweet.

In a mere household
He takes the souls of children,
And little babies.

But sometimes he feasts
Young soul are so plentiful,
At an orphanage.

THE END
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Melbourne, Victoria, Australia

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