I am not a human
I wasn't once one either
I am just death
And I have seen them all come and go
And at the moment
I'm watching a woman
She's asleep
But she doesn't know
She won't wake up
Her son is a hard boy
I can see in is face
And the girl is an angel
But easily corrupted
Her spirit emerges
And I give her some time
Before I speak
"You son, he is hard.
And will only get harder.
His crime list will grow
Till he will be the only
15 year old
with a price on his head.
He will be in a gang
He will bully his sister.
His murders will make him rich.
Your dear little daughter
Who sleeps on your shoulder
Will be bullied
And picked on
Her wrists will be red
Her suicide attempts will fail
If she can make it past
Her 18th birthday
She will do well
And she will help
Almost as many people
as her brother killed."
I glanced at her then
Her mouth wide open
And her eyes staring at me.
"Or they may die
So that you may live.
You can help every
man, woman and child
And many will grow with your name.
They will speak of you with reverence.
And you will grow rich
Honestly so."
The shadow I cast
Was upon her translucent from
your choice is this:
Either you die;
Or them"
She gasped at me them.
And the daughter shifted
She thought for sometime
Then she spoke with a mission
"I will die.
They may live.
I have chosen now
You Reaper of Souls
I curse your name
Then spit upon it
And wish all ills
That may come to the dead."
Then bent forward
and kissed both the children.
Though it was nothing but a gust of wind
To them.
She passed me then
And her hatred was strong
And she passed
into the dead throng
And I sat
Once more
And waited.
