POETRY BY ME
Blue-eyes
Blue eyes, cold blue eyes
Made of ice, cold as ice
Cold, rude and stubborn,
He's the exact opposite of nice
Rich, powerful, turnip head
No one knows what's in his head
Smart, tall and hot
Being nice is what he's not
Expect lots of cold glares
Especially if you're the Yu-gi-oh!
Dark, secretive, soft spot for Mokuba
They're past isn't what he'd want you to know
High priest Seth, and his cousin Atemu
Mana, Mahaado and don't forget Kisara
Blue-eyes, cold blue eyes
Expect these all from Seto Kaiba