Hello everyone this is my first Blue Exorcist poem so I hope you all like it.
Blue flames of evil, blue flames of hatred, I bear these flames of corruption.
I am the son of the King of Hell, and that of a mortal woman.
These accursed flames of mine are lit by the sword that killed
My adoptive father, the only one who I could call dad.
My life is turmoil with these flames of mine, but I have those
Who I call my friends who help ease my burden, and for them I
Am truly thankful.
I am really sorry that this poem is so short. I will try to get better at writing.