How?

Just a ragged doll, thrown around and torn

I cannot be what they say, no... no..

A being of darkness of pain and destruction,

Cannot be something so good and so kind...

Cannot be a being made only to guard,

Keep safe and stand in the line of fire.

An aura of darkness streaked with blood

Innocent victims lying on the floor...

Pools of the liquid, life running out,

Me kneeling silent into the dark...

No... this cannot be...

With good wings, black wings,

With blood dripping down...

With sharper teeth,

With obsidian eyes,

With the darkest heart

In the known universe....

No. No. No. No. No! No!

No good would come of this,

Making a predator, a cold hearted killer

Protect a week innocent lamb.

Set your ferocious feline to starve,

And dangle an innocent strip of meat,

Before heartbeat's over, before you may blink,

The feline's not hungry anymore...

How can this demon be something so pure,

With slivers of silver in a moonlight aura?

How can this darkness be something so good,

With a golden heart and reassuring smile?

How can this vampire be a guardian? How?