Little he felt,
innocent and fragile.
Unknowingly, his life was going to change.
For he was wrapped,
wrapped in the arms of his maker.
Running, running for his life.

Shadows were seen,
Dark shadows!
Determined to take his life.
Blood eyes,Black spaces.
Flame swords, Black horses.

And then pain...
sharp pain.
The white cloud remained clear,
fixed upon him.

A bloody and evil eyes stared at him,
causing excruciating torment.
Anguish on every part...