Author's Note: This is a poem type thingy. :-)

Face of a Rival,
Eyes of a Friend.
Mark of My Enemy.

That face haunts me,
Those eyes condemn me.
The mark mocks me,
Reminds me of my greatest failure.

I long to hate the boy,
But the eyes hold me back.
Lightening scar on his forehead,
Condemns me to remember always.

Defiance on the face as another injustice is done to him by me.
Green eyes reveal only confusion at my treatment of him.
Eternal pain binds me to the boy,
As my scar bound me to Him alone.

His father's face.
His mother's eyes.
My Master's Mark.

A life of torment is mine,
As it will be his.
He will not allow the boy to rest,
I must not either.

Protection comes in many forms.
The greatest was his mother's.
The enemy did not anticipate it,
But he will in the future.

A promise made to her,
A promise that must be kept.
I will help the boy in the only way I can,
By giving him someone to defy.

To defy and defeat,
To challenge and grow.
I must play the villain,
To the one I could love as my own.

Face of a Rival,
Eyes of a Friend.
Mark of My Enemy.