Thinking

Hell

Is a place were everyone fears

I don't know why

But it seems

That I do not fear Hell

Or death

Don't ask me why

I'm still wondering about that

Maybe

Just maybe it because

I am the child of Satan

I child of fire and hate

Or that is what I am suppose to be

But I was raised

A different way

Then my creator had wanted

I was raised in the light

By the man I call father

He never doubted

That I was a good man

Or what ever I am

I don't look like I man

I am stronger than a man

I cannot be burned by fire

But other than that

We are the same

Unless you count

My appearance

And because of that

I live the life of an outcast

I cannot be with the one I love

Out in public

For all to see

If I were to have children

What would they look like

Could I contemn them to my fate

I don't think that I would be able to stand it

But only time can tell

What the future holds

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Ok that was a poem about Hellboy. I hope you like it and yes I know the title is lame but nothing else came to mind. I don't know what else to say other than after you read this please review nicely and don't go all freaky on me.

Snow