Prologue
A pale skin so soft,
his hair a swampy blue,
eyes so obsidian black,
and heart of mercy askew.
We met, he shook my hand,
with bone and flesh of water,
a thick liquid full of hate
an arm that witnessed slaughter.
A beast and boy alike,
a dream so slowly scattered,
as cool and cold as ink.
and only solid when it mattered.
A rebel to the queen of hearts.
an amethyst sword on his side
to slash away the beasts of pain
and always have a place to hide.
His brother a mouse,
his sister a fairy
there’s times when he forgets,
only so much fantasy he can carry.
Lost in a world of regrets,
death is such a common sight
the innocent lose their freedom
the birds no longer take flight.
But in a world of constant fear,
and in a time of hate
the hatter’s laugh and the Cheshire’s grin
take part in the debate.
A war of freedom
a fight for love
a battle to conquer
and all of the above.
But such a strength to go through it all,
a transparent veil of tatters
He can choose to be solid if he wants
but only when it matters.
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