The Collector

A villanelle poem about a villainous entity. Dark Dreamscapes contest entry.

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Half past dusk on All Hallow’s Eve,
the Collector takes his annual stroll
in search of immortal souls to retrieve

There’s no appeal, no reprieve,
no second chances, no parole
Half past dusk on All Hallow’s Eve

Some may try to avoid this sinister reave,
but it’s an unholy, inevitable black hole
in search of immortal souls to retrieve

Ready or not, it’s time to leave
to settle accounts, to pay the toll
Half past dusk on All Hallow’s Eve

Stop fighting his primacy and just receive,
subjugate yourself before his eldritch control
in search of immortal souls to retrieve

Feel your fragile grip on sanity unweave
as the Collector adds you to his profane shoal
Half past dusk on All Hallow’s Eve,
in search of immortal souls to retrieve


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Line Count: 19
Form: Villanelle  
Written for: "Invalid Item" 
Prompt: Image Prompt (see above)