Murder's Last Chance
And Lo! The crow's call I did heed.
I flailed about as it feasted upon the carrion of my foul deed!
Upon the sky a shadow loomed.
The harbingers of death seeking the doomed.
A panic raked my mind and my sanity fell away.
From my hand slipped the blade I could not stay.
For envy's wrath and vengeance sake,
I had sought the life I vowed to take.
The deed completed, the task fulfilled,
It was not only he that I had killed.
Ever closer the darkness comes.
The reaper tallies his final sums.
And on his slate I see my name,
Alongside the one with which I came.
So to the heavens I heartily cried.
In hopes of mercy I might find.
No answer came unto my ears.
And through my shame I felt the tears.
I scrambled away on tattered knees,
From the doom that I had sealed for me.
A voice penetrated my mangled mind.
Commanding and clear, yet also kind.
For pity's sake one chance I give.
That everafter in peace you'll live.
Raise nevermore weapon or voice,
Against another, by chance or choice.
Remain true to this for all your life.
Or you will meet the Reaper's scythe.
Posted Jun 11, 2018, 2:49 AM UTC · edited