The Weeping Willow Poem by Manta Rogers

My dreams fell apart,
One by one,
In front of me
As he laid there,
Dying,
Poisoned,
Not doing his work.
While he laid there,
The demons where roaming,
The demon hunters not able to tend
To the untended missions piling up,
All because of one accident...
All because of me.

It was only a week
After my sixth birthday
That he was poisoned.
Mother had thought
That she would teach me a new spell
But it went wrong,
Opening a demon portal,
And what would you guess,
Out came a demon,
All strong
With no hair
Horns on his head
Demon tail,
Long claws,
Dripping with poison.
Then, then, my father came.
Every thing had happen so fast.

Four years had past
Since then.
My house now burning.
The people living near us,
Throwing sticks to feed the fire.
I looked down at my hands
Expecting the burn to come
But nothing.
Good, she had escaped,
Oh how much i hated the
Twin's Bound if she didn't.
But she was some where else,
With that old witch i have for a mother.

But six years passed,
But i still remember all the bad things
That had happen to me.
Why?
Why must bad things happen?
Is it because I'm a Raven Heart?
Because I am not following the
Foot steps of my mother?
I wouldn't know,
For i would never go down the path
Of evil.
I shall remain slaying demons,
and be known by both my father's
Code name and mine,
I shall forever be known as
The Weeping Willow
And
The Ace Wolf.