This is from Relena's point of view.


I see the soldier,
O' the perfect soldier,
Standing there,
Gun in hand.

Gun aimed at my head,
About to be dead,
Yet I stand there,
Staring, unafraid.

See the finger tighten,
Me in the cross hairs,
He thinks to frighten,
I will enlighten,
The perfect soldier with my cold, cold glare.

He blinks,
He looks,
Cold prussian blue eyes stare.

He turns away,
Another day,
My perfect soldier will come again.