Why They Chose I? Poem by Vasto Grom

As I now stand here in fear.
I see the light is dying.
I hear the people crying.
And now wonder why they chose I?

And as the world is burning.
I can feel the darkness churning.
But I still don't see why they chose me.
And now as all the people that chose die.
I wish they had not chosen I.

And when the darkness starts to grow.
The reasons finally begin show.
But now it's too late to change their fate.
Still now I know in the end why.
They chose I.