Character Poems: The Dark Signers
6. Roman Goodwin
He chooses the stage of his death but he's still
not satisfied. It's a choice orchestrated
by fate.
He hadn't wanted to have a dragon's head
on his arm, or a screaming soul
or a slew of people who wouldn't
ever leave him alone
And now he's added to that burden, hasn't he
by dying and staying in this world,
even if he's dead
Because the souls of all those he took with him
still scream as well, in his ears, in his heart
every night
But he accepts that because he's not screaming
himself right now, and that's
the most important thing.
He's not warring with himself.
He can live steeped in blood and shadow
if he must, but he can't live
torn apart.
He couldn't have chosen differently.
The light was too stretched. Maybe if
the other marks were there –
But they're not.
They're twenty years too late.
He had to choose the darkness, because
it was the only one strong enough
alone.