I am not

vicious,

cruel,

bloodthirsty.

I am just

misunderstood.

I am

caring,

kind,

loving.

But they just

misunderstood.

They saw

what they wanted.

They did not

get to know

the one that was

misunderstood.

I was blamed

for so many deaths,

so many beheadings,

in the war.

I was so

misunderstood.

They will,

one day,

see the injustice

of my death.

They could not see I was

misunderstood.

For, now,

I rest in temporary peace.

Thank you,

Ichabod Crane.

For, you, too are

misunderstood.