the Orphan

Ever heard a tale of the 28th of August
When a human boy who had an incessant lust
For death, played all his cards, killed the Romantic
Within and now walks the Earth as a Necromantic?

He had to sell his soul to the Raven
When he turned his back to the Reaper.
A lady innocent of things happened so far
Pulled him from Death, leaving on his wrist, a scar!

Like the merciless fate of a corpse,
Day by day decayed the very props
That for ages have born the human nature.
Hatred and Anger, like worms, creeped and nurtured.

Repugnance is what he felt for all things around him.
Reason and rationality gave way to the Devil's whim.
His sword unsheath'd cut through everything foul,
And his cold cruel eyes spared no innocent soul.

Hearts - innocent,treacherous,gentle and cruel, bled.
In his presence, all mortals, mean and noble, fled.
All but the innocent lady, his only kith and kin,
Who gave him back to Death and yet lives I, the orphan within!

Jade.