Hiveship

REMEMBER STEVE THE WRAITH

 A Wraith,o just perfection
 Tall and slender
 A touch ,soft and tender
 Allows no rejection

 Hair of moonlight silver
 Eyes that see right trough you
 A smile can make you shiver

 The enemy kept him in darkness
 Cold and cruel they watched
 His silvery light just fade away

 So many now are mourning
 For the Wraith with hair of silver
 Is the one they need to find