Chapter 16Mature

The Reaper sent his laughs in my direction once again
My hands had already been tested twice
And he and I both knew
that the staining of the boulders
was only beginning

Our footsteps echoed as we trudged
through the dark tunnels
It was the only thing that managed to drown the wails
of the Lost Ones

I watched the widow walk drowsily
with no direction
a face with no expression
a mind with no conscious

The golden eyes met mine once more
looking to me to fix what was broken

and the reaper looked on
knowing it was beyond repair

The End

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