We stand, face to face.
We complete this trade every single day.
You shine brightly, a smile always on your face.
Your eyes sparkle sadly,
As if you never get used to this.
You wear a veil of white,
I wear a veil of darkness.
Keeping my face hidden behind a hood, my expression is blank.
I await today's trade.
You nod, understanding that I am ready.
Opening your hands, bright balls of light zoom towards me.
Several souls of men and women,
Falling into my clutches.
You have completed your part of the trade, and now I complete mine.
After securing the new bright lights,
Bright lights of souls not yet used to my grasp,
I open my hands gingerly.
I let darker, less apprehensive floating souls drift away from me.
These ones have been with me for all too long, waiting for their second chances.
As soon as they hit his hands, they begin to glow once again.
This trade is always the same.
He gives me new fallen souls,
And I return to him souls he once handed to me long ago,
Souls that are finally ready to rejoin the Earth once again.