I.
A pair of blue eyes, dark and cold,
Emotionless as ice:
A purpose and a soul that's sold,
A life that's played on dice.

The killing machine, uncaring, grey,
Alone and never touched:
Steel and lost names, thrown away,
The by who knows too much.

II.
Eyes of violet, wounded deep,
Bitter laughter's child:
Painted darkling's counsel keeps,
A life that's been defiled.

Death's messenger, the smiling one,
Who live's in sorrow's hall:
The blackness playing as the sun,
The boy who knows you all.

III.
A pair of green eyes, blank and thin,
A silent vigil keep:
The watcher who records no sin,
A life that never sleeps.

The one who listens, never speaks,
Who cares for no one's pain:
And hides his mind from those who seek,
The boy who hates the sane.

IV.
A pair of light eyes, azure clear,
The playful sparkling smile:
A wounded angel, new-taught fear,
A life lost in denial.

A soldier sadly, sweet and kind,
The broken winged swan:
Whose situation traps and binds,
The boy who carries on.

V.
A pair of black eyes, stormy, wild,
As strong as brittle wood:
Justice's sentinal, swirling, riled,
A life that knew no good.

The battle's warning, flashing teeth,
Who runs from all his past:
Who never breaks on his withered heath,
The boy who's always last.