Once as a child you saw,
Ever wide eyes that bore.
Wired brimmed lace,
Connected at its own pace.
Hair ever fine,
With a type of silvery shine,
Flowing like platinum wine.
Even then,
It was said,
Your pride was bred.
With eyes of wonder,
Your father fell asunder.
Resting ever more,
From this land he was tore.
But all was not right,
As seen by sight.
Your blood grows thick,
As your uncle was a prick.
Thinking he could rise,
Blood soaked in lies.
If a gun he sought,
But you were well taught.
That is when you found my den,
Thinking me dead upon that bed.
Your furry was spread,
As your blood bleed.
Awoke I was,
As one does.
When Hellsing becomes,
And my new master sums.
Pulling that trigger,
Made me snigger.
Even facing death,
You were at your best.
Never giving up,
Or relying on luck.
From then on,
It was you I looked upon.
Master of monsters,
Hellsing lures.
Master of me,
So let it be.
