Reaper, Reaper oh so torn,
Through dying darkness thou art born.
Reaper, Reaper who's sanity frayed,
A whispering voice offering aid.
Reaper, Reaper your path sworn,
Blade in hand; its edge so worn.
Reaper, Reaper a chosen few,
Self appointed; protecting your krewe.
Reaper, Reaper a vendetta so great,
Enemies ending planed to date.
Reaper, Reaper with lives you save,
Leading people to their graves.
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Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Giest: The Sin-Eater.
Notes: I have a Giest character, who is of the torn threshold, and she half inspired this poem, but mostly it's a tribute to all reapers. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this, and I may write something for every archetype, hopefully I have the time to do that. Review if you have time.