He walked the city in search of her,
His footsteps desperate,
Waiting to find his long-lost brunette,
A victim of the Octopus's murder.
His gun was in his hand,
Ready to shoot when in trouble,
Find the brains of it,
The Octopus itself.
He knew she was dead,
But he refused to believe,
Searching for her day and night,
Until he would find her grave.
Each year he returned,
A bouquet of red roses,
He would lay in front of the tombstone
Which bore the name of his one true love.
He hunted the Octopus,
Oblivious to its existence,
Until he learned about its presence.
Everywhere.
He wasn't safe,
The world was not enough,
It was the beginning of the Skyfall,
Where he would walk through hell and back.
He was enlightened in pain,
The eight arms revealing themselves,
And the eight victims it dragged behind.
The Octopus Factor.
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