the dark hole 9

The frantic calls
Asking for ambulance
The holiday makers
Sadness fill the air

The dead gathered
On the twigs landed ground
Prayers offered to please the souls
Of the journey they will take

The silence prevail
The bitter sadness gloom
Amongst the living
The stream of light bloom

The dancing leaves
Waving in the shady light
The black clothed Reaper
Laughing softly as he moves

The dark shadowy figure
On the back of the shady trees
The canopy of darkness he hides
The things he tries to take

The sinners lay
The praying for the dead
The lost souls in the wilderness
The light will slowly burst through

The ambulances arrive
Into the forest of natural park
Stretchers and workers.....
Medical technicians supply

Doctors? They don't come
Too tired too many patients
In the cocoon of the hospital
Struggling to juggle time

The Reaper knows
He lives for thousands of years
The mold of the humans
He captures them easily