A child, curse with darkness and hate,
Destine to fight he's little brother, could this be fate?
Wielder of the dark gun, and wears he's mother scarf,
Indeed she is gone, and yet never forgotten.

Descended of darkness and light,
Father fights with he's might and never in the night,
Mother cursed in the night and never seen in the light,
Both dead and yet live within their sons.

Sabata, first born next to he's little brother,
Both friends,and foes,
Older one curse in the night and burns in the light,
The little one lives between light and night

Both wear mementos of their elders,
A gift for both to wear,
Scarf's that could tell stories about their past,
Both proud and sacrificing.

Defeated by he's little brother,
And realized that the path of the sun is the one he wished to walk in,
And turned the forces of darkness.

Cursed child who lives in the night,
And wishes to walk in the light, with he's head up high.

Although affiliated to darkness, he is not a villain in heart,
But a friend of light,
And enemy of the night.