His hair is like
The blood of his victims.
His flowing sea-green eyes
Are full of hollow and emptiness.
The dark rings around his eyes are night,
As his eyes are the full moon.
His calm voice shows no emotion,
But sends shivers down your spine.
The low voice matches with the icy glare,
Which can kill you with one glance.
His attitude is as rough
As the minerals of sand;
So hard to break through.
But I challenge him.
I fight against him.
And I fight for him.
I shall crack this hard shell,
Or even crack a smile.
With the might of a sword,
And the shine of a shield,
I will put light in this dark heart.
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man when i wrote this poem my friends liked it alot so they tried 2 steal it. i had made 2 copies, one for skool and one for fanfic. i also made a fake copy seeing as they would try to steal it again. it took them too long to steal the poem so i ripped it and threw it away. they were like y did u rip it?! it was good! and i casually told them, o that was a fake my real ones at home. and their faces were priceless!...but they ended up getting my poem and copied it 4 each of them...siiiiiigh