Not my best poem in the world, but i kind of like it. Review it if you want, i would like to know your opinions though.
Many Sides
Black as death, and twice as feared,
Night is his friend, very close and dear,
But even so, he is feared by the few,
Who chose the path of crime and blue.
But be warned, for his temper can rise,
As high as the clouds in the midnight sky's,
But even so, he is loved by many,
His team, his admires and his friends of plenty.
By Seeker Carter
