The Foster Son Poem by Aram Stefanian

At he foot of the mountain a gloomy passage unexpectedly opened.
From the inside, a kid in a hoodie appeared and said, "Hello, earthling! "
I couldn't see the face, but his calm voice sounded painfully familiar.
He claimed to be the foster son of the one who rides a pale horse
Aiding the mortals with the final path leading them to the eternal abode.
That our life was a temporary halt before the longest timeless trip.
We might be flying together to the planet of stray rejected souls.
He came closer, asking me to relax and give him my shaking hand.
I told him I could hardly trust him and wanted to go back home.
The kid remained speechless for a while and didn't advance.
In a flash I remained frozen and powerless to move my limbs.
I was confused to make a right decision and needed his help.
He said, "Alright! I'll send you back, but you owe me a soul."
I heard the distant sound of the hooves of a trotting horse.
And the kid's last words dissolved in the gray morning dawn.
"I once lived on Earth, and being human like you hurts..."