A Reaper’s Journey

Boots in the ashes

Names on the wind

Rust on the hourglass

Bone-pale grin

I walk where the wars end

Helmets split and bent

Blood dried in the fingerprints

Crosses made of spent shells

This is a reaper’s journey

I carry what you leave behind

Every soul a wounded story

Etched like scars across my scythe

I don’t choose the fallen

I just cut the silver thread

This is a reaper’s journey

I walk beside the dead

Crow on my shoulder

Mocking every vow

Prayers in the crater dust

No one’s listening now

Mothers at the windows

Candles gutter

Fade

I’m counting every heartbeat

Til it’s mine to take

This is a reaper’s journey

I carry what you leave behind

Every soul a wounded story

Etched like scars across my scythe

I don’t choose the fallen

I just cut the silver thread

This is a reaper’s journey

I walk beside the dead

Who will weigh the wicked?

Who will weigh the pure? (who?)

All I see are shadows

Begging for one breath more

I never asked for mercy

I never asked for grace

I only asked the darkness

Teach me how to face

This is a reaper’s journey

Through the ruin

Through the fire

Every name a broken glory

Every scream a crooked choir

I don’t crown the victors

I just lay the lost to rest

This is a reaper’s journey

My burden

My unrest