The Soul Snatcher
He lures his victim
Into a glass prism
Filled with fake diamonds
That turns to water and ice
The top closed
His fate sealed
To kick and thresh
To escape his wrath
He appears through the glass
Looking straight into his eyes
The drowning victim
Unwittingly drawn to him
In his desperation he can’t look away
In his fighting he’s ensuring his stay
His eye sockets frozen still
For him to take his soul
Copyright © Thabang Ngoma | Year Posted 2015
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