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.<br /><br />Whispers Of Night<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dorian-gray-4/
