I shall spin a tale about my past just for you… The day of my birth was an icy one in a far off land of snow Twas the dead of night on a cold winter’s eve Breath white upon the air And who was it that picked up that abandoned babe though? But a tottering and unsteady elderly pair The lap of luxury it most cernly was not Modest as it was, with love I was taught The old man’s stories may have been nigh incomprehensible But I loved them dearly, and to me they were irreplaceable Ten years on from that cold winter’s night “Is there any gift you want, if we might?” The old couple generously offered And tantalizing shop windows lining the streets proffered Any number of toys for a child’s delight So deep was my gratitude toward the pair Whose stomachs for my sake oft went unsatisfied “I want for nothing”, I did swear And that was the very first time I ever lied A tragic hero A tale of scenario liar An incomprehensible story Once of schooling age, to earn the money we required All day and all night I toiled at my vocation Nevertheless, the old man did not tire Of encouraging me to pursue my education The school was a battle against loneliness never-ending The world is, after all, especially unforgiving toward foundlings Before I was even aware, I had shut away my heart, brick by brick I whiled away my days in darkness Without a soul with whom to speak One fateful day, came a ray of light The likes of which I’d never seen Comfortable in my solitude, a young man approached me Off in the corner of the classroom where I’d been When “we ought to be friends”, said he What could he want with someone so reviled? Or see in someone whose unpleasantness so unrivaled? “I have no need for friends”, I replied

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