His eyes, a soft blue

His heart, a warm red

His soul, a thing of peace.

His mind, corrupted by the thing that took everything away,

The hatred settled deep in his subconscious,

His father, the source of his pein.

He took it all away,

Friendship, the ability to be loved, and his family,

Killed by the beast he tried to stop.

His eyes, a deep red

His heart, a thing of dismay

His soul, composed entirely of hatred

His mind, completely sane compared to all others.