Reaper Poem by Nicholas Lewis

I am the reaper of the forsaken
Their lives feed my ambition
Death is here in my hands,
Not dangerous until needed
My prey surrounds me
Nowhere to go.
My trigger is pulled

As they dropp one by one
I realize this is not my world
This is theirs
All sound stops
I dropp to the ground
Screaming in the reality
Of my mistakes

One approaches, one who knows
He speaks gibberish
but the message is clear

“You did not know,
why you were here”
he says
“Pray for forgiveness”
I close my eyes
Crying to my god
I hand him my pistol
He knows
As he bows his head and shoots