Prowling under cover of darkness,
shrouded in death cloaks
of mourning,
they seek wanderers of the dead
who move among the living,
trapped in limbo-like stasis,
lost between two worlds.
These soul searchers
carry out their duty of
deliverance
as they swoop low
collecting misguided unfortunates,
hiding them beneath the folds
of their billowy robes,
lest the hoarding reapers
of hell
discover the wayward roamers
and snatch their innocent souls
to meet their devilish quota.
Night after night
the searchers seek.
For multitudes of lost souls
dwell amidst the breathing,
many not even aware
they have died their death.