The Takers

As the rain comes pouring down, they shiver as they go. Their heads are bowed against the wind, the trees sway to and fro. All windows are locked, the doors are barred against their frightening glare. No one comes to offer help, for all know t…o beware. The children clutch their mother’s skirts, no one runs and plays. When these wraiths come to town, it’s someone’s final days. One hand reaches out and lights upon a door. And when the morning finally comes, his breath will be no more. If you see the Takers come, be sure you’ve done no wrong. For if you have they will appear to take you where you belong.