The flash of steel

A crimson tide

No pain do I feel

My eyes open wide


I feel as though I should be feeling something

Some remorse, some sadness, some guilt

Yet in me there is nothing

Like a flower in the winter, so has my soul done wilt


It just has gotten too much

To be the accursed leader

But my nature has been such

Now I go to meet the reaper


Now everything is fading

My breath comes in shallow gasps

I see Death there, just waiting

My suddenly hoarse voice just rasps


Suddenly, I am scared

I've decided I don't want to leave

But it's too late; Death hasn't cared

Hasn't listened to my last pleas


Now I am all alone

As I feel I have been since I came

No courage have I shown

They'll never be the same


High above, circle the crows

As I write the final letter

The last line of my poem goes

"Even Death is better"