A man in a coat
Sat down to gloat
In a bar south of the galaxy.
The bartender there
Told him beware
Of the beasts looming outside the door.
A child in pain
With nothing to gain
Was soon the demons' new captive.
With naught a flash
Out of his sash
The man in the coat draws his sword.
The bar was in a daze
The man never paid
As he ran right out of the door.
Master of pesticide
Tells him it's suicide
Never argue with a man with a sword.
Soon the beast
Delayed its feast
For the man with the sword had come.
The man was soon slain
Washed down the drain
But the child escaped the beast's reign.
No horns to toot
This was a movie shoot
And the monster killed yet another hero.
Was it a trap?
Was the movie just crap?
No one will know for sure.
For when he went down
That soldier, that clown
Took with him a Keyblade, no less and no more.
Can your sense of right
Lead to a plight?
I don't know, and you really don't care.