By: Me, Tato (If you have any comments on the poem, please e-mail me...) A boy is watching carefully And shock bestows his mind. The peacefulness protecting him Leaves him far behind. And all he sees is bloodiness And screams of utter pain. The ones he loves, so dear to him Have nothing more to gain. They have, however, lost something They ly without a life. It hits the boy as back-stabbing And sharply, like a knife. As he grows older, he can see What he will soon become. A man of great integrity He frightens only some. He hunts within the midnight skies And glides through darkened halls He quietly and carefully Answers to his calls. Some scream his name as pleads for help Some say it as a prize. Some refrain from speaking it For that's who they despise. He once had been a follower A partner to the bat But he has found his place to be And that is where he's at. He will forever live his life As every flash proceeds Protecting streets of Buldaven From terrorizing leads. He’ll plant the warmth inside his soul In small and caring seeds And soon the town will be rid Of crimin’listic weeds.