----------------------------------------

Yoki's not just his muscle—

nor the anger that he yields—

he's not just a myth recounted—

in the stories people reveal,

he's the darkness he'd mastered—

and the secrets he'd unfurled—

Love this novel? Read it on Royal Road to ensure the author gets credit.

he's the fire in his soul—

and the wounds that had been nursed,

he is the battles in dark alleys—

and the friends who stand by—

he is the humor shared in a second—

and the tears he will not cry,

in the silence, courage be,

in the dreams he'd never leave,

in the light that guides him forward,

through the choices he must make,

found in all his journey's strength,

in accrued wisdom,

though,

is hope within the chaos and kindness that renews,

he's a villain in the making,

though he often may forget that the trials he has,

weathered are the ones,

that made him yet.

~ Unknown

----------------------------------------