Often they seem to come to me,
Wishing things to be brought back.
Sometimes they play on all the right strings,
And other times I have to attack.
I was never meant to have this role,
Yet who better to judge the dead,
Than the one who failed to die?
I take death’s place in these worlds,
Should any make demands of me?
The dead are in my control.
In killing I have specialised,
Bringing others into the light.
For this is everything I’ve known,
Since the screaming in the white.
Spirits always there to judge,
But on my task I will not budge,
I’ve already stolen what remains.
I’ve found that when you live too long,
Alas, that part of me was reaped,
Not by the scythe, but by the file.
Happy birthday to @lythecreatorart! To celebrate, I made a poem about Errosion, the fusion of Reaper and Error that they made. Fun fact! I had initially suggested the names’Decay’ and ‘Entropy’ for the character, but Sion’s Errosion name was way better, so I’m not surprised that it stuck.
A lot of this is more headcanon/conjecture about Errosion, since I don’t know too much about what their backstory might be. For the sake of this poem, I imagined them starting out as Error, and then being corrupted after a failed reaping, turning them into Errosion. I know he talks to the dead because he’s lonely, so I imagined them filling the same role as the creators for canon Error, and also them inhabiting his Anti-Void, which I dubbed the After-Void in my head.
But now I’m rambling way too much. The point of this poem was to be a birthday gift, not for me to make fanfic. Happy birthday Ly! I know Error’s not exactly your favourite right now, but hopefully this is better?