| Soul Collector |
| Soul Collector Built like a human it walks shrouded, hooded. Hidden amongst the night. Creeping about, awaiting its innocent victims. Under a dark hood it seems human. Built like a man but not completely. A simple soul, lost among the world. Arisen from the pits of hell. It cannot be seen. For if it is seen for what it is it shall be cursed with eternal incarnation. Fear what lurks in the shadows. Fear what you know not of. Beware the shrouded figure--lurking, creeping, following. Once it tastes your blood, once it has your scent your doomed to the fiery pits of the underworld. For it is Satan's soul collector. Sent from hell to fill its quota. Don't be driven in. Don't be weak. Your weakness is but his strength. by Samantha Heil |
| This is a delightful poem by a good friend of mine. She is very talented, I hope you like it. I really enjoyed it. Personally, I hope she submits more work. I will gladly put it up. I am hoping I see more work like this, really hoping...Enjoy this work of darkness for gods sake! |
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