Ethereal Regret, I

Life now in gray smoke

panic within did it evoke

Your soul in a twisted pain

too much for one to feign

The walk of life, had you arrogantly trodden

Harm you caused, never asking for a pardon

"Spare me" to God you spoke

For as your demise draws near

Faith finally awoke

what you thought to be a joke

Yet, He shall not allow time to adhere

He shall only send the reaper

A faithful servant, the harvester stands to your window

Icy fear glaciating thy soul at a steady tempo

He reveals a knapsack from the void 

Sends fiends from your lifetime, now you cannot avoid

Demons with faces of those you have destroyed

They only shall witness your dying breath

laughing as they perform the dance of death

Reviews

[Aventicus]

This is well done. I love the buildup into the end of the poem, from the life of corruption into the hands of terrible justice.

[Emily]

Nice wording!
Keep it up!!