Here's a little poem I put together, hope you enjoy it ^^ They say he had powers, But like the mismatched bouquets of flowers, In them he could not find an equal, Washed ashore on a black sand beach as if straight out of a sequel, Death had caressed his arrival, Just as life had created his survival, In that dark night gloom he managed to make himself glow, As if in that room he made sure everyone was to know, That this boy, Was not ordinary. He lit the world with a flick of his hand, Despite this he was modest and abstained himself from being grand, The sky would be illuminated, Just as if a new world was to be created, Far and wide it was known, That this one had proven and shown, That he, Was beyond anyone's dreams. They say he was birthed in flames, As the neon god we name, A gift from the heavens, In his heart a safe haven, They say here and there, Whispers in the air, That this one Was flameborne. -Loïc Bernier Blog: waitwhat-no-notagain