A/N: This one came up in (go figure) social class. And truth be told, I just wrote it, and I plainly love it. I think it does a good job on the small amount of Allens history that we actually now (and is worth mentioning). I hope you like this double update. Two more are coming right up once I finish typing them. Hope you like them and this one!
History of a Mad Man
Dotted by falling snow,
In all its purity
My past is hidden.
Under the blanket
Keeping the secrets to myself.
And letting others slip
The past of dark to light.
And back again
False smiles and happy times.
Both before and after
Raised by polar opposites.
Both so dear
Happy times as a clown.
And false smiles as an exorcist
But none so worse,
Far back
Worse than those days of snow, rain, and nothing.
As you sat there and cried
Pure abandonment,
With no feelings
Questioning life.
As you sat there
Filled with hope from a man.
With a top hat upon his head
This hope buried in the ground.
With his death
A red scar and white hair later,
Opens another path
A new man that brings truth.
Some kind some cruel
From child to clown to exorcist.
To god knows what
I question the answers from my past.
As you strife for a future
And in saddened result,
You realize
With this hair, eye, and arm,
That the past twines with the present and the future
I am not a child, nor clown, nor exorcist.
You are the monster
For I am,
The "Destroyer of Time"