this is just a poem I wrote, spur of the moment (I know its bad>)
Him
Who is the one they call Him?
The one who broke the Queen’s heart?
Why did he render her so broken, she took out her soul and created the frozen heart?
Now she feels nothing and has no pain.
If only we could do that.
Remove our souls when they are unwanted,
And replace them when they are.
He wore the scarlet cape,
That is all we remember.
He wore the mask studded with diamonds,
That is all we recall.
He sang like an angel,
Danced like the devil.
He smiled a sweet smile,
His eyes twinkled.
He charmed the Queen so well,
She fell in love.
Then he fell out of love.
With her.
What a sad tale.
Now he returns,
To find his one true love
Without a soul.
Not remembering the love, she had for him.
Poor Him.
