He made an expression he did not feel
And pretended he had no gashes to heal
For one of the three had to be sane
And pretend to not feel pain
He displayed emotions he did not know
He did not subject and went with the wind’s blow
He had plentiful to say
But he kept his judgments gray
The slyest are the most broken
The silent are the well spoken
He recognized it all too well
And so, his ego could not swell
The sun had set long ago
And the melancholy moon was the only glow
The only nimble of hope
The only entity keeping them on a durable rope
He was the only contestant left in fate’s game
And was the set aim
He had his cards lay out
Though even the wisest had their doubts
Would he live?
Would he thrive?
Or would he drive himself mad?
And give up faking to be not glad
They say you cannot change the past
Though he knew he would not last
If he were to dwell in his secrets long
He just needed to hear a song
The lullaby of a songbird would bring
The justice of a king
And the game of fate
Would soon be set straight
For it is the story we have all heard but never learnt
The one where friendly rivalry burnt
Two pits of gold
One bad, one bold
A path lit leads the way
Choose wrong and your loved ones shall pay
So choose your fate’s date
Tick tock, it’s getting late
Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 4:36 PM UTC
He made an expression he did not feel
And pretended he had no gashes to heal
For one of the three had to be sane
And pretend to not feel pain
He displayed emotions he did not know
He did not subject and went with the wind’s blow
He had plentiful to say
But he kept his judgments gray
The slyest are the most broken
The silent are the well spoken
He recognized it all too well
And so, his ego could not swell
The sun had set long ago
And the melancholy moon was the only glow
The only nimble of hope
The only entity keeping them on a durable rope
He was the only contestant left in fate’s game
And was the set aim
He had his cards lay out
Though even the wisest had their doubts
Would he live?
Would he thrive?
Or would he drive himself mad?
And give up faking to be not glad
They say you cannot change the past
Though he knew he would not last
If he were to dwell in his secrets long
He just needed to hear a song
The lullaby of a songbird would bring
The justice of a king
And the game of fate
Would soon be set straight
For it is the story we have all heard but never learnt
The one where friendly rivalry burnt
Two pits of gold
One bad, one bold
A path lit leads the way
Choose wrong and your loved ones shall pay
So choose your fate’s date
Tick tock, it’s getting late
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