Edge Of The Knife (Poem about Pyro)

[Lakarukashuka]

Loneliness grows on the edge of a knife,
The boy who grew up knowing nothing but strife.
Death and betrayal greeted the arrival,
Traitors and ghosts threatened his survival.

Feeling nothing but hate and spite,
Underneath the hard surface he shivers in fright.
Fire alone can save him, drawn in by the flame,
Away from the self-pity and the feeling of blame.

(My sister, Wombat helped me with this!)

[Vikstar]

wow
well done with that!

[verg]

Not bad. *nods*

[Lakarukashuka]

Thanks