Before you read this fanfic in a poem, I suggest that you listen to 'Imitation Black' for at least a better understanding of the poem. Whatever version whether it is by VanaN'Ice or a cover is up to you.
The characters and the song used as foundation of this piece does not belong to me.
"One is easily fooled by that which one loves."
- Jean Baptiste Poquelin Moliere
A love so beautiful
Where two hearts beat as one
And joy reign ever so true
Then fate's flame fooled and toyed
Their souls until they were
Torn apart by death's hand
Left with pain and regret
The surviving lover
Warped his demented mind
As black become and pure white
And white turned to pitch black
As six days of rain passed
New life, new hope, new chance
An oppurtunity
To let memories go
A new identity
Made and recognized by
All of society
His heart suddenly beats
For two men who reminds
Him of his lover's feats,
The lover he once loved
Above everything else
Causing his love to be halved
Appearance was found in
His young, gentle mentor
While personality
That made the white child smile
In his sweet senior who
Openly welcomed him.
Carnal passion had soon
Overwhelmed the white bird
And caused him to commit
Months of fickle kisses,
Deceitful embraces
And honeyed affection
To mask his living love
For the deceased singer
Who made and razed his world.
A slip of the tongue showed
The lies to the lovers
Leaving him to his lies.
Deceiver and deceived
Confronted each other
Where the stars and lights meet
Hurting truths, burdened tears
Manifested in their words
Cannot be take back,
Can never be fixed.
Due To betrayal's pain, he
Whose looks were valued,
Gathered his numb courage
And stab a blade into
The white bird's fragile body...
Yet, it did not end him.
He looked below and saw
His shattered reflection.
He let go of his grip
And wished to see his own
Beloved in heaven.
They who he deceived did
Nothing but listen to
His dying melody.
"We always deceive ourselves twice about the people we love - first to their advantage, then to their disadvantage."
- Albert Camus
When I have some free time to spare, I will give the hidden story of the poem but feel free to unravel my work in the meantime.