Solid brick walls look down upon him
No chance to escape, no use trying
Hope is dim, his faith is dying
The world laughs down upon him
"Murderer! Worthless scoundrel!"

Determination forming
Revenge will come
The traitor will die
But his friends
Will never wake up from their eternal sleep

The world is bitter; fate is unkind
He hides from the world
Their eyes filled with hate and prejudice
"You killed them."

Anger, revenge, hatred and betrayal
He holds in his heart
Someday all will know the truth
He will be free
And revenge will be his
But now he only sits and hopes
For a chance to leave his solitary prison.

THE END

A/N: It's not that great of a poem, OK, so bear with moi? R/R! THE END