16 September 2012
Scarred once,
By the touch and lick
Of flames,
Disfigured in a world
Where difference
Often leads to death,
You became strong,
A warrior, the best
At what you do,
Protecting royalty,
A killing machine,
In black armour
With a hound's helmet,
To strike fear into
Any who would
Rise to challenge you,
The younger brother
Of the murderous Tower.
But you are no villain,
Despite appearances ,
You're a man of honour, valour,
Who'd risk his life
To protect a girl,
And through this
You redeem your soul.
The Hound • Opuss № I