Oh mother dear,
were is your blue eyed baby boy?
wasn't he here in the yard,
playing with his toys?
Oh mother dear,
how could you not see?
What his siblings,
were making him, turn out to be?
Oh mother dear ,
do you see him now?
Driven away from home,
living were danger prowls.
Oh mother dear,
can you see the blood he spills?
Do you see the power he has made,
from each one he kills?
Oh mother dear,
what monster he has become,
can you believe,
the crimes he has done?
Oh mother dear,
his siblings found him, and filled with shame.
Weak an hungry they plead for help.
but he sent then back from whence they came.
Oh mother dear,
he holds a grudge so strong,
he finally make his deadly move,
an now his enemy is gone.
Oh mother dear,
your baby is dead.
What a lonely life
full of hate he had lead
He bleeds to death on the ground
an as for his last thought,
as his world begins to darken
his last breath is caught.
Oh mother dear
cant you see?
That it was them,
that made me, me?
this is a little poem that's bean bumping around my head for some time, an i wanted to get it out, i really loved scourge an i wish that he didn't have died or been treated so badly. i always thought that it was scourges family's flat he turned out so evil .