Soul Taker - Judgment Day Poem by Keith Shorrocks Johnson

What if that past should mute a life-end song?
It cast my heart, stranger, with darkest spell
And worse for years was nothing I could tell
Or ever bring myself to voice that wrong.

All along, down along, memories be
I still reassemble the terror of thee.
Poor old man acting the devil a spell
Molesting a child and leaving him hell.

Wicked spirits are horrid shapes assigned
Though half-forgotten in a youngster's mind
All this and more left bare and lost behind
Peak a boo pops up when hopes unwind.

Poor old soul taker fumbling with fright
Will you be present at the world's last night?