Once upon a time, in a country far away,
Where a dark manor silently laid,
Where the wind sounded with screeching rage,
And a boy broke out of that everlasting cage.
With black hair and silver eyes,
A gaze of two moons penetrated the night.
Faced with a choice, he ran away,
Knowing that fate would not sway.
Walking past those iron gates,
His mind was filled with hate.
“This is my life not theirs, ”
“It’s not like they will even care.”
But the country he found was filled with despair;
Everything around him bent in prayer
And as the ...