the cold one.

there, by the tree he sat alone,and cold.
he grabbed his paper,, and began to write,
about that night.
the one he will never forget,,
he then finished, and began to fold.
he slipped it in the trunk,in a hole he had found.
he thought maybe one day, someone will come and unfold that piece of paper.
and find what really happened that night.
they will find the evidence, and most of all the truth,
i know i will be gone by then.
but hopefully, this letter will make people remember me.
remember me as the villan, because no one new me and the good one.
i am sorry for what i did dear god. please dont punish me so harshly.
all i wanted was to be loved,and remembered by someone,
anyone.,just someone.
but i am now known as the cold one.
the one people will fear, the one people will hear at night,
i will be forever remembered as the "Cold One".