Handsome man,
Till the curse was,
Thrown onto me.
Now even the mirror,
Gets scared to see me,
In the face.
Parents, frighten their,
Children with my name,
I shudder to think,
What I have become.
I used to have a family,
A child of my own,
A wife to love.
All this,
Taken away,
By the curse,
That burnt it all.
It left me,
With a broken heart,
And yet I still am alive.
I call it,
LIFE,
Where Irony has to,
Always have its way.
~ A Poem By Fizz
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