NAMELESS HE
Disclaimer: Erik, the Phantom, belongs to Gaston Leroux. Yet, this poem is original and completely my own. The Nameless He is anyone you wish to place in his stead; in other words, it is not necessarily Erik but could just as easily be him.
Author's Note: Hello, I am back with a bit of poetry. I am working on Mind of the Misanthrope but do not see an update until early April. I know you all are enjoying it. My poetry skills are mediocre but this poem struck something in me. Let me know what you all think! This is something close to my heart about true beauty.
Agree or Disagree: let me know!
NAMELESS HE
A while ago, was a man scorned
For having a face grotesquely deformed
His story one full of tragedy and dark disfigured past
Until he found love with a woman; surely that would last
Yet gloomy trial and temptation ripped his soul
Until bleak circumstance warped his spirit whole
Nameless He who only wished to be a part
Of the world that denied all, including his heart
The woman, beautiful and lively, intrepidly free
Like a poisonous addiction stole from he
The very conscience he had left
Causing his mind and soul to be bereft
Nameless He wandered life's sullen pathways
In a world's tumultuous waves that made his soul's malaise
Finding no true beauty to behold
Facing rejection at every turn—he was left cold
Soon Nameless He was embittered
By the world's disillusion of beauty; he was bewildered
He, too deformed and abhorrent to behold
Was too ugly by the standard of which the world had told
Such is life and beauty—a dark maelstrom of forest gloom
That those who dare to walk the path end up facing doom
Whether they lose a piece of their soul matters little
For in the end, their self-esteem and self-value is made brittle
Beware for the Nameless man is an example
Of those who seek beauty unsubstantial
He, too, searched for true beauty
Only to find that in the soul it doth be
Realizing all too late, the Nameless man was ensnared
By Death's grip as He hid waiting for the soul to be bared
So He could attack the unsuspecting wanderer
Who failed to sense the ominous and imminent danger
Blind was the Nameless He who fell in the deceptive embrace
Of the world's beauty—the forest façade truly the delusive face
This danger can come in many forms—for Nameless He, the woman be
For you in this day, the search for 'beauty' leads to the fate of Nameless He
As the forest grows and multiplies
So do its tentacles of death and icy grips of lies
By promises of true beauty rightfully gained
Through use of scalpels and toxin in the body obtained
Nameless He never found true beauty
Dead as others have fallen—from our neglect of duty
To show the revelation of true beauty attainment
Tis not found through physical means; tis in heart's containment
For Nameless He, there will never be
The happy ending so many wish to see
Too focused on the path ahead
Death took him and left his soul regrettably dead
A/N: Review please! Thanks for stopping to read this. It is important to me at least to get this message out. I hope it was not too dark!