A Villian

The most hated amongst all
Blames never missed to give him a call

The one people used to frighten
A bogey man for children

Someone who is cursed by all
Was he separated from people by a wall?

Someone who took pleasure in pain
for people was a cause of rain

Someone so sadistic as death
Would not leave without taking breath

For whom pain and rain was a bliss
Without having people so life would be amiss

But none inquired why it was so
Why he loved making people blue

What was he cursed with and by whom
What caused on him the fall of doom

What pain he hid in his bosom
Which flowers he witnessed being crushed before blossom


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