The reaper’s robes were thrown upon me

O’ I wore the reaper’s robes

A sickle to cut our consciousness from us

Life and death adorn its blade

The snath a crutch to prop us up

A pillar to brace the crushing weight of our final mortal transition

I am sorry your end was so violent

I am sorry for the form in which it came

I was there but I wasn’t there for you

You were scared and couldn’t hear my voice

There was so much fear in your eyes

Sensing what was to come

Your bones like broken glass

As I held you in my arms

I felt the life leave your skin

I watched the light leave your eyes

Shortly after your last breath

Tears rain from my empty eyes

They crash upon your vacant form