I used to care what others thought of me,  
But now, I can't say that I do.  
Ace and Seth, cold assassins, move in the night,  
While Niko and others, demons in flight.  

Hybrids are scattered, a strange, shifting scene,  
The little ones bubbly, bright, full of gleam.  
A cat plays with yarn in a carefree dance,  
While a dragon and babies nest in a trance.  

A baby phoenix watches with curious eyes,  
As the older one spreads its wings to the skies.  
My protector, a shadow, hides me from pain,  
Shielding me quietly from sorrow and strain.  

And my partner, my friend, the one true,  
A system themselves, yet they make me feel new.  
In this world, so strange, and full of the bizarre,  
They make me the happiest guy by far.