An Ode to Ill Will

Oh Ill Will,
How it satisfies your feeble mind,

Oh Ill Will,

The tragic life you left behind,

Love was not found,

Truth had been lost,

You left your world as a child,
And still, Ill Will,

You never cease to shine those eyes,
And never left a man to die,

So see, Ill Will,
That all the hate despite your tries,
Can never match the care inside.