Poeta Vocem

He Was Young

He was young,

Full of life and joy.

He was playing in the yard,

With his toy soldier.

Late that night,

Evil took him away.

The Evil said,

"It's for the good of humanity."

The Evil threw him,

Into a case so clear.

Full of pain,

Full of fear.

Full of confusion,

He screamed for saving.

His sound destroyed,

Yet his family feels him.

His family came,

To save him from the Evil.

His smile soon gone,

Two flashes and then blood.

The Evil pushed the button,

And pain rushed through his veins.

He blacked out,

Awoke a man.

His inner darkness took hold,

And burned the Evil whole.

He smiles in insane pleasure,

His soul enveloped his rage.

He was young,

Aging nevermore.