A/N: Don't own Tavvy, doh. But I do own the poem, yay! Pleez R&R. I thought of doing a second poem on this coz I was watching 'The Patriot' last night, and decided that since I've already done 1 showing how evil and all he is I might aswell write one about the Butcher's death.


Eyes once as grey as steel,
Now clouded over and misty,
As he begins to feel,
Coldness and icy.

The shards of glass,
Become molten,
Pain etched into his face,
The stony cast forgotten.

Uniform carrying a new stain,
A familiar crimson red,
Wound flowing with pain,
Blood of the dead.

The end of his ways,
As death becomes real,
Now his time to pay,
Eyes once grey as steel.