the dark hole 5

The wagons of sinners
In columns of cars and buses
Driving deep into the forest reserved
The day camps and the noises flow

The birds and bees
Butterflies, dragonflies and other insects
Roaming free flying away quickly
Of the sinners forgetting places

The waterfalls splashing on smoothed rocks
Hitting softly for ages 24/7.....until nature stop
The stream of water meandering crying hungrily away
Dropping into the hollowness taking a journey

The shady trees growing in the forest
Establishing canopy of shade from the leaves
The people make camps and rested.....
They listen to the whistling of nature

The Reaper floats amongst trees
Bushes and tall grasses bend for him
He touches silently ever so confident
Of sinners he comes to harvest.....

The sun light can't penetrate deeply
The rays feed into the blockade of leaves
Only some silver rays shine it through
Over all it looks dark and creepy...

The sinners don't care
They have buried deep into their souls
The Holy Books something of the past
Of the ancient totally forgotten now

The soft breezes whistling along
The leaves flapping giving out signals
Yet the sinners don't pay heed to advice
Of years into vices tainted souls

The Reaper croaks happily
Feeding the black hole is so easy
On the branches he floats effortlessly
The wagons of sinners laughing loudly