In his eyes

I see he loves

to fight everyone

Doesn't stop

No fear.

 

Can't talk your way

out of getting killed

He knows you're

scared

 Written on your face

 

Be careful, wherever

you are, he maybe

watching you

in your room,

by the lake, forest.

 

In his eyes

his weapon,

machette, his

pride and joy

So is his dead mother,

loved her dearly

as she did him.

MFisher2004