A/N: Since Dave Batista has turned heel, I decided it would be best to write another poem about him. Thanks to those of you who reviewed "Ode to the Animal." You guys fricken' rock!!! I hope you enjoy this poem! Thanks!
You Walk Alone
The air guitar wails in cue,
The spotlight shines upon you,
The top of the food chain,
Is ready to inflict major pain.
You've taken a turn for the worse,
Not giving a damn about your fans,
Who boo you in chants,
Nobody knows what you're plotting,
When you walk down the ramp.
You're on a quest for championship gold,
It's always within your reach,
Each time you fall short,
Blood must be boiling to its highest peak.
Your demeanor is mysterious,
A heel who's having a ball,
I always wonder what you're thinking,
When you say nothing at all.
An ally to the devil,
Admiring his demonic plans like an idol,
Your future is in his handful,
Beat the crap out of Cena and the Hitman,
You'll get your shot of the coveted World title.