I saw magic in his eyes
Dirty, dark, beautiful magic
As he walked up to the throne
but something in my mind told me he was not alone
Bloodshed, thirst, calamity,
They followed him wherever he went
But somehow, with heroes he easily seemed to blend
I heard he's very evil and cruel
On every women's heart he rules
I used to think the same back then
Until I actually met him
In an instant, to write about him, I picked up a pen
Because he was not what he showed
Somewhere deep in his heart, kindness overflowed
He had lost his innocence when he was a child
He was forced forced to watch as the killer had his family's body on his house's floor, piled
During a young age, from his own village
He was exiled
Even after all this, he managed to remain resilient
And his willingness to help others was truly brilliant
But then it had happened
The unspeakable
They tortured him over and over again
To buy his slavery, they had tried to bargain
Alas! He lost sense of wrong and right
And he set of on his journey to finally put up a fight
For some reason now everyone who heard his name was filled with fright
He had learned about the world's unfair treatment
He had learned about the selfish creatures called humans
Yes, he finally learned to bite
He was no more the kid so bright
His story had brought tears to my eyes
Why could nobody see how hard he tries
To compose himself and stay alive
After all it was them who had made his life a living hell
As he often thought about the death's lonely drive
He looks so perfect sitting on the throne
Everything about him like a courtious prince
From skin to bone
But could anyone notice those eyes?
The eyes that held no desire or any lies
There was no hint of glee for his forceful rise
His eyes held pain and suffering
Which made me think if he too, sometime cries
Why did they make such a villain out of him
Wasn't it their fault that he turned into an object of entertainment in another tragic film
Where still, the hero was not him
