Hidden at first like the demons in eyes,
Forgotten child lies down with a sigh,
But then, with time, the cracks take charge,
Nothing is hidden, nothing at large.
Seer child opens its eyes,
A flash of light, a strangled cry.
Wicked demon shows its face,
There's no escape, you're trapped with this fate.
Hidden at first like the demons in eyes,
What was hidden has now been found.
Hidden at first like the demons in eyes,
Wicked demon,
The ends are lies.
Hello people! This is the prologue to a new story that I am making! I deleted my other story I had on here, because I lost interest almost immediately, as the anime I was basing it off of lost my interest. This story will be somewhat of a crack-fic, but at the same time serious, after all, what's a Hetalia fanfiction without the crack elements? The poem belongs to me, but the rhythm and inspiration for it does not belong to me. What I mean is, it's based off of a different poem, which I have no idea who the author is, but I modified most of it. Thanks for reading the prologue/poem,
-TheChibitalian
P.S. I'm writing this on a whim because I just listened to Eleanor Rigby after watching episode 35 of Hetalia and the third Harry Potter movie.
