Iced over cold, a chasm now frozen
An iceberg of hate, is the path he has chosen
No belief in a thing, imagination distraught
Not a single drop of kindness, not even a thought
Eyes so blue, a shiver is the norm
Thin lined mouth about to conjure up a storm
Dark, worn eyes, wrinkles well placed
stern looking sneer, not an ounce of grace
An evil man, to beyond to comprehend
But a heart full of hurt, that kindness cannot mend
A loss of a child, suicide from the bride
Left this poor aging man, lost and evil
Without Pride
