A View of Her
His eyes spoke of sorrow,
But he spoke seldom words,
He couldnt express himself,
So he couldnt be heard,
He feels their Hate,
He could understand their Anger,
He says he's a Avenger,
But,he didnt feel it,
One spoke above them all,
Her pink blossom hair,
She understood him,
But,He pushed her away as usual,
She stayed by his side,
He was surprised,
She was still there,
But he wishes he would stop pushing away,
Then,the rage started to come,
The curse on his neck grows stronger,
And he grows weaker,
He leaves,
His visions,though,show him,
That she thought of him,
And she waits,
in his forgotten world.