So I died.
Yeah fun ending, right?
Yes I died,
but I died trying to stop the apocalypse,
so I guess dying wasn’t the worst thing that could have happened.
I could have been tortured,
heart eaten out of my chest,
things could have been worse.
I mean getting my stomach ripped open by a hellhound wasn’t fun either,
but it could have been worse.
There was this boy I liked,
but I didn’t know what to say,
I pretended he was just a friend,
but we both knew he wasn’t.
I know he liked me,
I could tell by his eyes so when I was dying,
he finally got his kiss,
and I got mine.
If you haven’t figured it out I was a hunter,
I lived in a family of hunters actually,
my dad died on the job,
and my mom tried to protect me from this life,
but I wouldn’t listen because I wanted danger,
and that’s exactly what I got.
Most people when they die think two things,
I am too young to die,
or I could have done so much more,
I thought neither of them.
I knew when I started to hunt that I might get killed,
so I didn’t wish to live,
or say I could do more,
because I thought I did enough.
Of course I didn’t want to die,
even the strongest heroes,
and the darkest villains,
are afraid of dying,
but I wasn’t afraid,
I’ll never be afraid again.