The way he moved without a moments notice reminded me as if one was holding a glass moon,
He spoke in a way as if a another was attached to his words,
The thought of his voice echos through the night,
He was indeed a smart man with a bad recorded,
A brave enough man to rise an army of eight pups and a rude father without a second thought,
A man carrying eight glasses of hearts and a stone without breaking the small glass bubble he's locks himself away in,
He knews the rules another calls the law he's shows no concerns,
But he moves without reason,
He moves with respected that's earned,
He's shown his worth without saying a word,
He won't talk his way out of things he's works his...