A Predator in the mist
Short poem dedicated to Scar
Silent and stealth
Muscles and health
He had all the traits
But wanted to wait
Her eyes he spied
He hated to lie
To the ancients he dived
To make up a lie
His trickery was good
But he was not in the mood
To Lex he ran
With arms open wide
To her he was evil, corrupt and snide
So she ran
Ran away to hide
The beast was slain
His heart wasn't playing
He though to himself
With truth at the least
"I guess its true….beauty did kill the beast"
