The Reaper-Medic - When the weight starts to become too much

The Reaper-Medic

In the dead of night, he roams the streets,

The Paramedic Reaper, silent beats,

His cloak of darkness, hides the pain,

Of all the lives he couldn't regain.

With every call, he feels the weight,

Of every soul he couldn't abate,

His hands, they tremble, as he tries,

To save a life, beneath dark skies.

Yet sometimes, death claims victory,

Leaving him with a bitter memory,

Of every loss, of every fight,

In the deep shadows of the night.

But still, he walks, with purpose true,

To help the ones he never knew,

For in his heart, a fire burns,

To save the lives that fate adjourns.

So let us honor his silent plight,

As he battles darkness every night,

The Paramedic Reaper, brave and bold,

In the face of death, a hero untold.