The Boy
While running amuck
The small boy found
a horrible sight
a dreadful scene
The clues lay askew
The hints strewn 'round
a difficult case,
a real life dream
…
No never mind. A nightmare gone bad.
Nightmares that nev'r end
Not for one child
that is… This child so
constantly trailed
Trailed by demons of
Never ending
crime. Trailed by demons.
Incarnations.
Incarnations of
evil and sin,
working against the
small little boy
A walking curse, this
boy seems to be
called the God of Death
by many folk
"Gomen, gomen," the
boy calmly says.
"But it can't be helped,
I'm not a boy."
A/N: I wonder if any of you can guess who the boy is :D This was another poem for my English project that I decided to display. Hope you enjoyed!