saenakamora

He is mighty and reckless And also unbound The terror he causes We won't forget the sound His wrath puts fear in our hearts And worry in our minds This never-ending anger Leaves a mark in time

Terror stretches across the land Spreading faster than the plague The master had turned against them His kindness evolved to rage Alone a woman took sword And prepared herself for her own blight Her strength inspires the villages Yet only one enlists to fight They arrive at the master's tower Only now were they scared It would be them to feel his power However would they fare? Fighting with great strength and endurance Finally they fell Not another came to aid the cause Together they had experienced hell

His flawless skin And perfect eyes His body does hypnotize A perfect 9.3 It's quite a catch But what we see Is not what we get For his "I" is well hidden And his "me" is well kept No one could ever know The Jerome they see Is truly Vincent

Perfect so I may seem Flawless in appearance and personality I gave my life so recklessly to a man who is not nearly as perfect as me So they seem to think. Forever chained down Without any regret I did what I did I just wanted to forget For the man I am Is not worthy of respect I will never make gold I will always be second No one will miss me Will they even understand How hard it is to live In this god forsaken land