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Mystery. A seven letter word. Three syllables. Six consonants and one vowel. That was what constantly occupied my mind in the form of Phoenix Thorn. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ To many Phoenix Thorn was just an outsider. A loner. Someone who lacks social skills. Someone who despite his unnaturally good looks and sharp, dark features, people would not interfere or go out of their way to address him. To me he was so much more. Like a fusion ball of energy and potential. You only saw what he let you see. Don't be fooled , coz only he could fool you into fooling yourself . Only he could create an illusion to let you think you had power, control, while you played right into his trap. I saw right through the phantasmagorical deceits, every slight twitch, every laboured breath. But you all failed. You had eyes but you couldn't see . I could only see him because he could see me. I could only see him because I looked into his dark eyes and saw flecks of purple, but beyond that , what I saw...... ....was OBLIVION.