The boy or weapon is called Soul.
To be a Death Scythe is his goal.
He continues on with his roll,
Sets himself ready for a toll.
His family is the Evans,
Who once lived among the humans.
He doesn't talk about the past,
Just the present that comes so fast.
He's cool, keeps calm and pockets hands.
He steadily walks throughout lands.
He plays piano that is grand,
As people hear his fingers land.
Actually scared of friendship,
Having the strength, he had to keep,
For he protects not everything.
But everyone his heart has seen.