an ode to credence barebone.
he's broken, like the little pieces of a plate,
a young man, surrounded by hate.
o fate! o lord! why must anyone have to put up with this?
especially when he deserves nothing other than bliss.
the obscurial flies out into the night,
causing new york city to murmur in fright.
they spit upon magic like it's dirt at the bottom of their shoe,
and when they do so, they bite off more than they can chew.
o that cruel, cruel, woman, no soul, no heart,
has been making sure his life has been terrible from the very start.
but he must make sure to not ever let in the demons,
o, the death of his tormentor - he can one day live like a freeman.
(the very worst things happen to the very best people)
one day the people will look up in awe,
at a person that they thought had many flaws.
he just has to wait for that day,
because despite what he may think, it's not far away.
so quick to judge him - a 'monster' with magic, uncontrolled, unreigned,
who isn't to say that all wizards could end up so if chained?
they are ignorant, they know not,
for he is stronger than any strength anyone could ever have brought.
he just needs to keep his chin up, just a little while longer,
for it can be guaranteed that he'll get the life he deserves, and come out ever stronger.