HE

Off into the cave some say he went Leaving nothing of himself, not even a scent Full of evil and forced to face the world Knowing he broke the heart of a little girl How wicked a man he was to be To say that this scoundrel was even me As the story goes he was wrong He served his sentence though it was long How heavy the burdens he was to bear In that world where only no one cared So he confessed, going down to his knee He asked for another chance, maturity his decree It was granted and he vowed to change All his thoughts he was to rearrange Though I write, how does the story truly end Not yet finished but the broken heart he did mend His myth lives on, it lives within me Forgive me little girl, no longer am I that He.