By Arcassin Burnham

Looking for my soul to do some innovating,
Caught shade from my friends,
Shame and embarrassment was enough taking,
But not the dark figure looking at me from the other end,
Then the fake ones ran away,
I pray the lord keeps my soul safe,
From this dark figure,
In my way,
Shadow bonny was his name,
Foreign exchange student with a glare to make you pass out,
You don't know if he'll ignore you,
Or respond,
Or just lash out,
Off with your head mentally,
And dark spirit in his smile,
Bonny was like the Antichrist on steroids,
Then ran athousand miles,
The fear of other students was his aim,
And Shadow Bonny was his name.