Stolen Soul

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He knows not where to go, to go,

For all his part in eternal flow

Of life's great destinies did not go

Along with all the other souls.

But fate saw it foreseen, foretold,

When he announced to sell his weary soul

To demons of society, behold

The demons that did buy what he had sold.

Poor man, he said the words so long ago,

So long ago when he had stood below

The realm of happiness and went to go –

To shed the happy tears out in a torrent flow.

Then he cried out to lose his weary soul

And break the rope that 'round his heart did sew

A knot that throughout time did not let go,

And so did toss his lifelong thoughts to high and low.

So mercy came in form of dark shadow,

Descending from the clouds to far below

To watch upon the poor, forgotten soul;

To listen to the painful story being told.

And this is where I saw the blinding glow

Within the aura of the man pleading to go,

And even though I saw the spirit white as snow,

I reached inside his heart and took his soul.