He shines softly, like a bright flame,
Through worlds that know no peace.
He does good, asking for nothing in return,
But in his heart—dark emptiness, loneliness.
His voice, low like a quiet storm,
Carries strength but hides the pain.
His beauty isn’t just in his face,
But in the belief he holds, despite it all.
He waits for his Belle, like rain waits for a dream,
The one who will open a world where there is no pain.
But for now, all that exists is silence and light,
He remains strong, not showing his wings.
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