Two green eyes, a pair
Bllodshot, his face showing wear
On his cheeks, crimson tears
A tortured past, full of fears
Ink black claws, with blood red tips
Bloody jeans, full of rips
Gun in pocket, knife in hand
He has a very evil plan
Fans beware
He's still out there
A poem he hums, a burden your sure to carry
He's after you, Demon Harry
