The Man In Black

He's not standing where he can be seen
On his shoulders all weight does lean
A murderer his choice of trade
His honor broken and emotions stayed

Cold and heartless condemned to walk
A path of sorrow, his life in chalk
But show his true feelings he cannot
For in hard battles he has fought

The broken sword across his hip
Begs for him to take its grip
And slay the world of its wrong
Hark the Nightingale's song

This man is made of many a side
His deadly sin, his life of pride
Yet a gentlemen of olden age
The man who always turns the page

The Arc Angel day and night
He'll try and stand for what is right
He'll help them in their time of need
This man is gone, he's lost his seed

Another leader you may know
The Fallen Angel here to steal the show
Scarred permanently with shame
Chess his kind of judgment game

The perfect performer on the stage
The one who never seems to rage
His poise and stance remain at ease
Yet inside he pays the hated fees

In a pool of blood he always sits
Endless tears fall from those slits
And the trigger he would surely pull
To complete the tale and make it full

His punishment he gladly takes
Too late to make up for these mistakes
His retribution and sacrifice
The deed is done, it shall suffice