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Soul in a Dark Place

Into the air he screamed aloud,
But no one heard his voice.
He begged to be released that night.
The locked door gave no choice.

"Please come for me! I've lost my way!
The darkness does confound!"
But no one heard his voice cocooned,
Through the stone walls in the ground.

Oh God! Then came the rancid smell.
The Evil heard his cries.
And in the dead still darkness,
The man slammed shut his eyes.

As if a thousand corpses,
Had erupted from the grave,
Putrefaction filled the lightless room,
His soul would not be saved.

The footsteps that approached him,
From beyond the shackled door,
Struck terror and a boiling sweat,
As he fell onto the floor.

"Oh please! Oh please! Don't take my soul!"
But nothing from the maw,
Except its vulgar, stinging breath,
And touch of the Evil's paw.

The man lay frozen. Deathly still.
The Evil grabbed his throat.
And from the fetid, pitch black room,
A howling did emote.

"I smell your blood and draining life.
I feel your soul corrode.
No god can save your wretchedness,
Or make your essence whole."

Give up your life and die withdrawn
Your spirit yields to me
I devour souls and human hope
I am mans misery"

And in that cold, despairing place,
The man succumbed in course.
The Evil laughed and swallowed him,
And was strengthened by his force

Beware the places dark and foul,
Where Evil seeks repast.
His harrow is calamity,
Where souls can never last.

-copyright 2004, Stephen Redgwell