Fate
Royal of service
Harsh smirk aligning his face
Cruel and carefully hidden
The blue hair, falling at length
Cascading and covering, streaming waves
The Ocean does not compare
To the beauty found there
Not welcome here
Not human in nature
But especially bright
To the comparison of the ravage
Genius hidden in the folds
Her Heart with its lies
Never careless but not right
He may act harsh, or heartless
But on the inside he is locked
Waiting for the key
To unlock the love
Only she can feel
Staring up at him with compassion
Moist eyes of teal
Can she accept his lies?
Can they realize?
This fighting will not last
His dreaded past
He calls her wrong
But it is him who is corrupt
He knew all along
Destiny cannot be avoided
Patronized and heartless
Soulless but a spark is fair
Can it grow?
With tender care
Can it be found?
Is it even there?
Can a soul become right?
Can he change overnight?
Can the hate that was there
Be eradicated
Can it flee?
Can it go?
Can this truly be?
This is a Royal Rhyme. Yes it is a poem, and I am not sure if I should write a story to accompany it.