Iāll tell you what it was like to love him.Ā
It was like you were in the presence of a story,
Where he is legends waiting to be written, crushing stardust beneath his feet.Ā
Where he is more scars than man, hands trembling.
Where he thinks that if a hero lives long enough, they become monsters too.Ā
He is not a God.Ā
He is not supposed to live forever.Ā
And yet,Ā
His name echoes in the dark.Ā
His name is remembered
You see,Ā
History will remember him, even if he doesnāt want it too.Ā
And the story will go,Ā
There was a boy who could move the stars,Ā
And played war like a game.Ā
Where he is meant to die a hero.Ā
But you,
You will remember the boy with magic lodged in his eyes,Ā
Who could challenge the sun with the brilliance of his smile,
And spoke to you in his silence.Ā
You will remember the boy who dipped his hands too deep in blood,Ā
Who fell into darkness and made Death a friend.Ā
Who is losing more than he won.
And youāll wish history would forget him,Ā
So he could be just a man.