His name is a murder of crows
And a swirl of fallen leaves
His name is the wind and the
Might of a storm in the summer
His smile is the glint of dirty gold
And a wicked grin that slits your throat
If you don't look out-
He is a man whose fate is sealed
And a curse that tears the world apart
His name is the promise of horrid deals
And a wounded lone wolf howling out
His name is desperation
And the look in the eyes of a crippled dragon
His name is a lovely nightmare
And the sound of a wheel spinning on
His heart is lost and his soul is pitch-black,
His name is the raw scar of regret.