From a five pointed star this tale does arise;
A man with a mind of mettle and gore
Does hide with a charming smile the thought to devise
To cleanse the world of demons like shells from the shore.
Though truth and morality are not among his strengths
A bright and glorious future he aspires to control;
He has moved to great faults and still greater lengths
Despite the laws of his brothers and the good of his soul.
The halls of his people shall be stained with the blood
Of the creatures he once fought with and protected,
Memories of his childhood and his father will flood
As hatred will cauterize and heal the infected.
But, alas, the greatest test he must face
Is the steel cold ire of his trained son, Jace.
A/N: Please, if you have any input on this, let me know. It's a bit better than the one about Clary, but only because I actually had to write this one for an English assignment.
Ooh, and yet again: Cassandra Clare owns the Mortal Instruments (the series not the actual things)