There was a boy who had a different life
All of which no one considered "nice"
He slept in the streets
He hated everyone he'd meet
Until he met an older man who was rather sweet.
He took him in
He wondered why the child was so sad
He cooked, cleaned, and worked for him,
As if he were the child's dad.
No one else loved the child,
Even if the love was a little mild.
He was still a little cruel,
Seeing the world ever so dull.
So he spiced things up,
And it worked like a charm.
He kept millions of civilians
From suffering any harm.
But one day he cried
And one day he died.
The only thing that he saw was red,
And it flashed before his eyes.
I fricked up last time. My apologies, Earthlings. *bows*
I may or may not join a movellas competition. Shoul I? Or nah?