Loathing,
Burning, boiling,
Trying to keep calm,
Preventing disaster.
you did this to me.
It's all your fault.

Oh, woe is you,
Deep, black, dark
Is the way you write'
I've forsaken mine,
Turned to the light,
Warrior of Innocence
Is waht I am called,
Fighting evil and temptation,
Turn to the light you evil,
Turn to the sky blue,
Not the nightly ground.

Trying to protect others,
My family, my blood and flesh
From your slimy clutches
Who can't make his own way,
But has to follow in
Others' footsteps long ago.

All my life and my love
Are pused behind one
Strong iron curtain
Sheilded from your battle.
I, the Protector
Take all the blows you give,
To keep the others free.

But my one weakness,
Which is your strength,
Is the one we both want,
Half my heart, your kin -
Betrays me for you.
He doesn't help me,
Not from before.

Wanting this help calms,
No longer boiling water,
Attempting to fizz over,
No...

(A/N: sorry...that's where it ends. I don't even want to TRY to finish it...It is ranting poetry and I've grown out of that.)