Those Not Taken
O.k. This is the first Fanfic. Poem I've written so I'm trying to make as good as it can get. (Note from Author)
The last goodbyes slow and faint
The man chants look straight into their eyes
He's still a bad man
Even though he's done acts of good
Still a bad man…
Those not taken onto the list are now
Dead, burnt bodies of ash
They could've been free
They could've been free from what is now their death bed
So now spirits that once looked up to this man now seek his death
But the lucky ones
The Ones set free from their life of misery
Still look up to him as they had during crisis
So with the motor running
He gives a last request
For them to remember
Just to remember…
So for the rest of their lives
The last request is carried out by not only the saved
But by those not taken as well…