𝙄𝙙 𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙥

Prologue

There's a child so powerful and strong,

With eyes so bright they seemed like jewels,

For those gifts of gem like eyes He stands out, for he is the sun of his world .

With his h/c and handsome face,

He's a child of many charms,

In his presence, there's grace,

But Alone at the top, he stand so tall,

 His heart is heavy, his spirit small.

The view from where he stands is truly grand,

But there's no one there to hold his hand.

Blessed with talents, gifted with skills

A life so full, nothing to fulfill

A genius in every class,

Always come in first ,

There's nothing that he can't do,

He never makes mistakes.

People stare in awe and greed for they are jealous to what he has to give. From looks and talents he has it all. he shouts those out to the world to know that he is the best , that he is the strongest of all

But as he wanders, through the world of his

He finds myself, alone most of the time

For when he tries to find someone like him

He realizes, there's no one else to see

Sometimes being the best,

Can be a lonely place to be,

When no one can match your talent.

As he grew older, he began to see,

That being the best, didn't bring much glee.

For what's the point of winning every fight,

When there's no one to challenge, to give him a fright?

He craves a worthy rival,

Someone to push him to his edge,

A challenge to keep him grounded,

And to make him strive ahead.

But no one came close, he was alone at the top,

And the thrill of victory, began to stop.

So he gave up trying, what was the use?

No one to impress, no one to amuse.

It's lonely up there , in that lonely place,

Where perfection is dull, and the world is a race.

So now he wanders, with no real aim,

A master of all, but with nothing to claim.

He's learned that winning isn't all it's cracked up to be,

His perfection, a double-edged sword

Leaves him empty, always looking for more

For being too good, at everything he tries

Is a blessing and a curse, until the day he dies.