With hair white as the winter snow
an evil smirk will show us all
you plan to bring the world's downfall
and all but Ryou is your foe.
You never show love to Ryou;
you beat him and force him to crawl
but love is there, however small
and you ensure that it won't show.
You watch him as he sleeps
and torture while awake;
you watch him when he weeps
and he begs for mercy's sake.
As the vines of love creeps,
you'll begin to feel heartache.
A/N: This is just a sonnet I wrote for my english class a few months back. Personally, I don't think it's my best, but I'd like your opinion. Sorry if some of the wording is a bit weird. Reveiw please. :)