Author's Note: This is from Illumi's point of view.
The birds shall scatter if you even dare
To lay a finger on my protégé
For only I'm permitted to ensnare
My brother who refuses to obey.
My needles are designed to keep him in
A constant state of flight and vigilance.
He is the cushion where I leave my pin
At least until defiance ends his trance.
His every step I'll echo to ensure
His nails remain as sharp as Ginsu knives;
The hearts he has neglected to unmoor
I'll take so he's the last one who survives.
My eyes are placid pools if he's unharmed
But crack with lightning if you face him armed.