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"