He had everything immortalized in a portrait; br angelic face, and golden hair, deep eyes br a gorgeous smile, but a heart that cries- br all he could trade for a moment of rapture. br br This young man craved for everlasting beauty br so time not to mark his flawless skin, br while contemplating cruel vice and sin- br but all his nights became sleepless and empty. br br When life was burning on the ascension pyre br embracing dark misery, neglecting mercy br charmed by poisoned arrows of fatality, br realised what he treasured turned to misfire. br br Conscience prevented him from finding solace br whilst sins stained his precious portrait, br An obsessive wicked sneer he couldn't erase br of a cynical creature piercing time and space. br br Mirror of your soul, this portrait was given, br to release the burden of him getting old, br instead, it caught the reflection of soul- br like quivering glimpses of a man unforgiven. br br Yet, in life everything comes up with a price; br and downfalls succed the glorious rise, br of all young men unaware of their demise- br At the table of destiny, they roll another dice.