Slickly quiet those eyes, shimmering and bright,
Once held a dream, bigger than a stream, wanted to have the sky;
Used to look at the dark blue, feeling shy,
Often he asked, "When I'll be able to fly? "
Youth in blood, vigour and sharp,
Headstrong to shout out loud, "Hey! Watch me dive!"

Clever that mouth, spewing sardonic vows,
Draped in zeal, he was firmly astute;
Notorious Kingpin, a wayward monkey,
Even stabbed the misfit until it's bloody!

Stubborn as a mule, implacably contrary,
Armed with passion, he goes for a chivalry!

Then storm came;
Made him veer off the chase,
He obliged,
Just to keep the mere hearts alive;

Was he happy? He never asked;
Instead lit the match for an indistinct scope;
Groped for gaiety though never found one,
How could he? Life's been never so fun-

Tragedy strikes, always at times when wasn't supposed to be;
Mere a being, how could he flee?
He shut the doors, raised up walls,
But never once thought, he's choking after all!

Then he met a silvery wolf, in the green, amidst the dark,
Drank in craze, he borrowed his fur;
Putting it on, stretching it hard,
He appreciates the world from a whole different shard;
Starts howling, both in joy and blue,
Begins a new journey, once he never knew...