The Boy

While running amuck The small boy found a horrible sight a dreadful scene The clues lay askew The hints strewn 'round a difficult case, a real life dream No never mind. A nightmare gone bad. Nightmares that nev'r end Not for one child that is... This child so constantly trailed Trailed by demons of Never ending crime. Trailed by demons. Incarnations. Incarnations of evil and sin, working against the small little boy A walking curse, this boy seems to be called the God of Death by many folk "Gomen, gomen," the boy calmly says. "But it can't be helped, I'm not a boy."