Kaimen, Soul Collector

This poem is about a soul collector who is very sorrowful, but hides the sorrow under a jester-like attitude.

As the mist creeps across the graveyard,

A figure can be seen among the tombs.

His face is grim and sad,

Years of his rather unique occupation taking their toll.

His eyes are dark and beautiful,

Streaks of red seem to flow from them like tears of sorrow.

His hair is long and dark,

Blowing slightly in the breeze.

His dress is almost costume-like,

Yet has an air of refined elegance.

A scythe rises next to his form,

Blade sparkling like a cresent moon.

Wailing souls of the dead float over head,

Their shreiks unheard by mortal ears.

The form looks up as a soul drifts by,

His old eyes and perfect features fully revealed.

He raises his scythe,

Blade touching the soul.

Its shape wavers slightly,

Its brightness fading into the scythe.

"Rest now, friend."

He whispers to the fading light.

"Your time is now,"

His voice echoes slightly.

He bows his head,

His eyes pained once again.

 

 

He jokes with mortals,

Trying to banish his sorrows.

He makes leaps and bounds,

Frightening those that he can.

His form appears,

Dancing on the edge of their vision.

Though he seems to be a fool,

It is merely an act.

His pains are suppressed

Only when he puts on his jester façade.

His white-painted face

And his tattooed blood tears

Strike fear into the mortal heart,

But spell reprise for the dead.

His fate is locked for eternity,

While freeing others of their suffering.

He gives finality to wandering souls

Though his will never come.

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Well, here you go. Its a short story/poem. The description up top tells all about it. Let me know what you think, and any changes you would like to see made. I appreciate all reviews and ratings.

Reviews

[Hayame]

This is nice, it reminds me of Terry Pratchett's DEATH. I don't know if that's what you were going for though.

[Kelley]

I liked this poem.....! Kind of like a under taker of sorts. A soul collector? So hes like the
Grim Reaper right? the only problem I see with this poem is I wouldn't space the first part
so far away from the second part. Besides that I think it was perfect. Funny with a tastes
of horror.
Thanks for sharing

Kelley