A/N: Little poem 'bout dear ol' Jake. :0)
JAKE
By TRIXSTER
His eyes have a
Burdened aura
About them,
That haunts the soul.
A questionable stability
That sometimes wavers,
Yet holds strong.
He is the old man
Within the child,
That leads with
Courage and doubt.
He is the beacon
Of light in
The darkness,
Giving Hope and Strength
That he does not realize
Is his own.