Here: His eyes wide with fear As they look up at me Wonders what happened To little old me “It’s because of fake love” I could have had said But it won’t change The poor leader’s fate As my claws end his life The light drained his eyes The glassy eyed gaze Reflected mine full of hate I turn away from the corpse And settle into my den But maybe Just... maybe Underneath my dark thoughts Lie regret for his death Curled up in a knot