Even to his grave he went
Smiling
He, who at such a young age
Excelled
Risked all so as to be good enough for
Her
Danced with the devil so as to become something
Powerful
Enough to rise above from his
Beginnings
For how else could a rat from the
Sewers
Expect to be worthy
Enough
To be loved by someone so
Golden
But when realization dawns of the
Horrors
Committed in the name of
Love
What then becomes of the
Fox
Grinning
Smirking
At his own foolishness
Love
Was all she wanted of him
Tears
Silvery dew is what she shed instead
Power
Was what he found but at what
Price
Did he pay for it
Sold
Was his soul, for there was no return
Hell
Is now where he resides
Alongside
His captor, who used him instead of being used for him
Finally
It all comes clear within his crazed, mad self
Open
Becomes his mind along with his eyes, as
She
Fills his sight and heart with peace
As he meets his end