A Dark Dream Of A Dark Collector (vol 2)

 
What began as stealthy stalking
Ends in a cold empty carcass rotting
A single touch, the tip of a finger point
Bids the soul to flee in a deadly anoint

But the soul flees only into capture
As the Dark Collector delivers rapture
Innocent victims of nature's time
His bloody deed his appointed crime

Another night through dreams he collects
Daytime now he doesn't know he forgets
Except for blurry memories daunting
And bloody visions ceaselessly haunting

His nightmares are someone's morbid reality
A curse from his dreamscape to their fatality
The surreal hunter tracking in the night
Administering a touch of death away from light

Still unaware how this came to be
And why this task charged on to he
Or how his dreams seem so real
When the truth of his fears are revealed

With his dark robes and trusty scythe
He takes collections from mortal tithes
This iconic figure always striking fear
To all who see him glide silently near

Fear the sight of the Reaper Grimm
Even with how dreamlike it seems to him
His chant, the one true carrion call
The only fact of life is Death comes for us all

Indiscriminate and unbiased in his choice
To silence death's blood curdling noise
Inescapable by any age, race or creed
All will fall prey to his dark sinister deed

To some he is the image of suffering's release
But not all are afforded feelings of relief
When the Dark Collector comes to one and all
Even the mightiest must take the inevitable fall