You to your beauteous blessings add a curse,Being fond on praise, which makes your praises worse.-Shakespeare, Sonnet 84
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There was a boy I remember
Who stood in the spotlight,
Pleasing an audience
In the shadow of the night.
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It burns they say
The light of pride.
This boy knew none of it
And neither of his demise.
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He was an innocent boy,
I recall quite well.
But he was pulled into
A darkness of the fell.
They used him for such,
Used his body until it rot.
They filled his head with petty lies,
Dried his tears with their silken ties.
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He grew and grew and
Fate became too clear.
A vision of darkness
There was no hope for my dear.
Yes, I knew him, the child so sweet.
Fed him before he was led to deceit.
Long ago, I remember his warm embrace.
It longed for a mother’s loving daze.
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He was a lovely boy,
One so sweet.
Used for a golden coins’ greet
Then filled with the lies of cheats.
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He fell too soon
Into the hunger of the night.
Not knowing where to go
Too far from a mother’s sight
The boy loved the light too much and
Forgot its shadow.
He had fallen to praise’s delights,
Ignoring the mirror in sight.
For he was corrupt,
Empty and flawed to its worse,
Angry, tempered and cursed.
It never mattered then what beauty he once held
For a mother, it was a mirror of meld.
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It was your brother
Of long ago.
You were too far young
To tell so.
He was stolen from me,
From the love of a family.
Turned into their mirror
Of lies and deceit.
He cracked under their feet,
But he never felt the hurt;
Because by then, he was cold as ice
Becoming finally their mirror of lies.
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