Once upon a cold December-
A deformed face in a fogging mirror-
Whispers of a shadow stretching its hand,
The toll of the bell filled the land.
Then a piercing silence did descend.
All stood calm in the city lights,
A tucked away paradise void of deaths, of fights;
But one imperfection stood clear,
With a deformed face in a fogging mirror.
As daylight filtered upon the city,
With its icy streets shining so pretty,
A small boy walked around in a mask-
Sneers taunted the lad as he walked past.
For inside the mask was a hideous truth.
A face so scarred it crippled the youth.
Cast out for the burns marring his skin,
Marking him so different from them.
The townspeople with their perfect lives,
With their tainted souls and shallow minds,
Made every day a nightmare of horror-
Deciding his fate, but he himself ended the story.
And with his snapped neck and broken body,
In a sullied ditch he was buried.
And only a girl in black stood in the frigid December,
And wept for the disfigured boy and shattered mirror.