Random Leaf #837 precisely cut

He kept to himself—

a bottle of whiskey,

sealed tightly with all

the spirits of sorrow,

grief, despair, animosity,

resentment, rage, apathy—

and every shade of evil.

He never wished to destroy—

he would always say,

“The world may be cruel,

but there are people in it—

too dear, too precious—

for me to let be hurt.”

He saw them as far

too fragile

to live in a world

without caution.

Yet—

he was the only one

able to stay.

So almighty—

so invincible—

so lonely.