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.