Oh yes, you do not know me.
but you wish you did, don’t you,
despite my simmering contempt?
battle scars make for distrustful eyes.
Come closer, if you are stupid.
I am not a fan of death,
but I know him by his eyelid,
and I guide those unworthy,
right up to his doorway…
come test the lick of my blade,
you foolish heart.
I would give you love,
but I have none left to share.
So be warned, and beware.
(Should probably mention , this is not a personal poem, but one written as a challenge to go with a randomly selected picture off the internet…the one seen above..)