Shinigami (The God Of Death) Poem by Shiv Kumar

Standing alone in the darkest of nights,
solemnly abiding the laws of night.
Not a damned soul in sight,
just me in a state of fright.

Dagger in one hand and chain in other,
clothed in grim black overhaul.
Summoning the shinigami,
to take the spirits apart.

Reaper in a white aura
sword held in his mouth
and evil in his eyes
absorbing all the happiness
and ripping soul apart.

Grim took my soul and sealed it away,
handed me a contract to slay.
To rip thousand souls instead of mine,
or to be immortal n serve him lifetime.

To be an angel of death
his messenger his disciple.
to be immortal n blessed with powers
or to regain my sinned soul,
after my wrath.

In either case I was condemned,
Damned by the death himself.
Sinister in a making,
is this what death wanted from the beginning.

Now there I am standing alone,
without a life without a soul.
In the darkest of the nights,
solemnly abiding the laws of night.
Just in a state of fright.