by Nova Zion

DISCLAIMER: All characters belong to Marvel Comics and not me. I am making no money off of this poem and it is of my own making, no one else's, so don't sue me. I can be reached at [email protected] if you have any comments (only good please). 1999 06 13

The dark, twisting corners in this man's old head
Tell of lies and betrayals the man has been fed
The calm and control as sharp as a knife
To shred the untruth and call back his life.