the dark hole 2

In the darkness of the wet forest
After a downpour of heavy rain
The muddy orange coloured water
Rushing down from the hilly slopes
Meandering down streams to the river
Choking it with debris, branches, twigs and leaves
The half lit moonlight penetrating into the darkness
Only a shaft of brilliant lights shine........
A dark and lonely figure walks
Smiling as he walks with full confidence
In the wet forest of nights belonging to him
Birds and animals silence flow
In the dark wet forest as the Reaper floats

The days of recognition
Of the human race will be known
The sins keep piling up
Like the twin towers emerging with crying pain
Of needs to find its fulfillment
The dim lit sky with scattered stars shine
Down on the cities and villages
The people haven't learned the truth
Of the Reaper taking souls
The sinners crying for him

In the homes of the human race
They dream about him all the time
Telling and sharing tales of the nights
In the bars toasting beers and loud music
Watching the strip tease dancers arousing sight
They give the human race a temporary relieve
Of what may happen in the dreaming world

The women talk about fashions and babies
About the daily problems of spouses and affairs
Of jealousies and material wealth.....
The catwalk of glamour shining parade
Yet they will sense the world is closing
They feel the darkness seems to interplay
In their thoughts as they share.........
The black void appearing, a glimmer than passing away

The Reaper laughs in his flight
Soaring high into the night sky
The more sinners the more he will fly
Into their dreams they will cry!