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mt encounter with death.
Death came to me in a dream
Deemed my soul to be dark, dirty and unclean.
Said he would reap it from me.
I laughed in his face.
Told him, "try if you dare,
Because what you will find is that there was never anything there.
For I have had no soul for as long I could remember".
Death leered back in disgust, as I laughed at him cruelly.
The grating sound turning his blood cold, his already pale face ghouly.
He said he’d kill me then, though the thought only made my laughs grow harder.
My cold black eyes stared straight through him, and he reeled back further.
" But how can I die, if I were never truly alive?"
The question shocks him, and I fade away.
He still ponders over the forsaken demon, till this very day.
He knew they were dark and slimy, but even demons have souls.
So what had happened to this, little... thing?
Why had she only emptiness? Why was she this way?
He didn't know that she asked herself the same question every day.
