I always wondered why I like the villains more 
And I think it might be because when they get 
on the floor down on their knees 
For her and only her 
Something in me stirs 
A hero would sacrifice her to save the world, 
showing that they are indeed pure hearted and honest 

But a villain would tear the world apart if she 
was hurt, that is a promise 
They seem selfish, manipulative, and rude to everyone around 

But he treats her like a Queen, his and only his, sitting beside him on a throne with her crown 
I think villains are misjudged and that most of the time we don't get to see their story 
For if we knew it, the hero may not seem so full of glory 

Monsters are made, not born 

And any soul tortured, confused, and abused incidentally would not have time to mourn 
So next time I defend the villain of the tale 
Remember that they too, were once broken 
and frail.