A small piece inspired by @m1d-45. I realize this is might be a little morbid for new years but I'm sick so I'm going to blame my inability to read social cues on that. Also I really had fun writing this.
You are prey in this game
Skittish and timid
Gentle and kind
They are the hunters
The predators that prowl
Hunting for your head
You are the hunted
But you are a human
Albeit one twice wronged
Hailed by the world as its God
And accused of malicious imitations
You are capable of reason
And of surrender
Powerless against the powerful
You can run
And you can hide
But you may never win
So the choice is made
Though you find it cruel
Once beloved characters
You built with time and love
From ashes to gold
And from indignity to glory
Now shall stand as your executioner
And be commended by the masses
For being the one to slay you
With the power you earned them
And the weapons you gave
They shall be your end
You find it cruel
And a tad ironic
But perhaps
If it is your favored
Death will be just a little bit kinder