A Court of Thorns and Roses belongs to SJM
Shadow Boy
There was once a boy
Built by the dark
His skin, paler than snow
with black hair, the difference was stark
Locked in the shadows
He learned how to sing
Caged to the dungeons
He seldom used his wings
Alone and afraid
His only friends monsters
Within his family
He was but an imposter
One day he was freed
But he didn't understand
Why the life of a boy
Meant the burning of his hands
As he stumbled through roads
Unable to fly
He soon quickly realized
He was able to spy
To listen to his friends
The monsters around
And sing to him they did
The word of the town
He found himself comrades
But different he was
For instead of a fire
He had shadow for blood
Then came a war
And so came the dark
He whispered to shadows
They gave him his mark
It took many years
But with his compeers he reunited
But never did they speak (not truly)
Of the shadows he sighted
And so the boy then grew
A shield made of stone
To keep him from harm
But it kept him alone
There was once a boy
Made of shadows
Made of darkness
Looking for light
Oh, the little shadow boy
Oblivious
To the fact
That he was so much more
Hey guys! Whaddoya think?
It's been a while since I written a poem. I kinda like it.
Do you think this makes sense for Az? I cut it off because I didn't want it to be his life's story, 'cause that's not interesting, and I made this mostly during school.
Wait.
I actually did the whole thing during school.
Anywho, see you next time!
Random Fact: I love potatoes.
franklyherondale out!
(I think that's what my sign off is gonna be now…)