In a dark place under a bright grey moon

The Great Wolf would soon

Be gone

Under twilight sat young Edward with his own smoking gun

In his palm, yes it sat, sparkly as if under the sun

They had taken his girl, his sweet princess, her life, then run

COWARDS! Planted her corpse in the tower of a big castle

Like Frodo 'One does not simply walk into Mt.Doom without hassle

But like Loki he had noting to live for nothing left

Left to his own devices now heart dead replaced with mischief

He had been a funny cynical man once simply a Joker of sorts

He rolled like his legend Heath Ledger like predecessor in hoards

Of his own madness thought he was THE madman

Set fire to the rain with his match, darkness, and a gas can