Author: Wildcelt
Rating: PG

Ian’s Epitaph

Created by science

Your perfect construct of man;

I was empty within,

I had nothing to give.

But the obsession that led you

To form your mad plan

Did give me a purpose,

A reason to live.

I grew in your shadow

Full of darkness and hate;

I was taught how to fight

And trained how to kill.

You shared all your knowledge

From times early and late;

I followed your lead

And did all your cruel will.

Now your plots have unraveled

Your obsession’s denied you;

Your world lies shattered,

Pieces lay at my feet.

A will much stronger

Than those kept around you

Has deprived you of victory

And handed you defeat.

I stand at a crossroads

Your minion…her peer;

Conflicted by choice

I choose death by your hand.

Refused, I die nobly

Guarding her from your peril;

Beware of my copy,

He’ll be less honorable a man.