By: Iman Waqas
Like a disgraced fallen angel
Charcoal wings enveloped him
As the shadows crowned him one of their own
With no one to pull him back
Each day he drifted further away
His heart sealed in the pandora box
Was unknown to the world
The artist who painted away his fears
His muse remained unascertained
No one had ever solved the mystery
Of the boy in the shadows
Was he born from light and chose darkness?
Or was he meant for the empty black hole
Resentment his decided fate
Did he choose to hide his stories?
Or did the world not take a chance on him
Was he a lion with a lamb’s heart?
Refusing to gamble for a chance at love
Or was he burned by love in the past
Cause only a heart that’s been hurt before
Is afraid of being broken again
The fire in his eyes begged to be stroked
When all the lamps dulled one by one
He needed the reassurance of a child
For someone’s warm words to be his security blanket
Cause he had been abandoned
When he was just learning to crawl
Was he a dark prince with a golden heart?
Misunderstood in the old tales
Or was he a demon being visualized an angel
To understand the puzzle that was his mind
His torment providing justification to his crimes
Mistreated, misapprehended and misconstrued
Always the villain, never the hero
Slandered by all, healed by none
Yet the day he strayed from the light
And embraced that cruel wickedness for himself
He sealed the wrong ending of his story
(Photo from here.)
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