The Leech

The Leech
by dan ankers

He'll creep up when your back is turned, The Leech will come to claim you whole
Under canopy of night, he'll pilfer your immortal soul
Three fingers on a slimy hand
Reaching out to snatch your light
For human essence, he's insatiable
Robbing babies' nurseries at night

And when he's claimed enough, be certain that
He will cart this ample bounty back
To his fav'rite place under the skies
The hall of broken bones and goblin's cries
Where the suffering souls will power lamps
That allow The Leech to view his past
Back when he was not so awfully bad
Back when all five fingers, on each hand he had
Back when he too had the flicker of a soul
Back when he knew more than just a void of pain and cold

So, now he nightly shuffles round the world
Extracting people's nuclei like pearls
Carrying on his back a bottomless sack
With screams erupting out to put them back
A soul without a body is a crime!
Please do put me back, I had more time!

And yet again, they will burn his lamp
Where in desperate visions, haunts his past
The family he gave up for an immoral goal
He murdered them that night to play his role
And since became the ghoul that we all know
The monster with his precious sack in tow