Pureblood, quality, pedigree
An icy blonde on power weaned
Raised to spread his name and glory
But he's the villain of the story
Orphaned, marked, and left for dead
Broken psyche, scar on head
Raised to die for all our sake
Trained for it, there's no mistake
Hand rejected, affection scorned
By the one Death's scar adorned
Quiet resentment boils to rage
And you know how young gentlemen behave at that age
Successful at anything he sets his mind on
Beloved by all, for as he lives, hope lives on
Not sparing thought for the blonde, except to obsess
For there's something intriguing the blonde does possess
He sneers and scowls at hated foe
(He doesn't really hate him though)
Never submitting, they always compete
Tall and proud, not admitting defeat
He stares, observes, when no-one sees
As with curses and fists he makes his foe bleed, and they he
But the snake is stronger than he had detected
With grace and endurance he'd never expected
Dark reputation and evil tattoo
Yet the hero's affections rule his every move
For he cares far too much for it to be only hate
So he'll reject his family to fight against fate
Affections he questions, but returns in the end
With the blonde at his side, now the hero must win
As they stand in the wreckage, hand in hand
One dark, one light, one loved, one banned
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