The Villian Poem by Swapnil Jhajharia

My heart forged out of crystals of ice
Cold as stone.
I enjoy it, but there is a price;
Isolation.
But isolation is nice
It has made me strong and wise.

But then by lightening I was stricken,
Because I dared to summit the peak
Because I wanted to feel
I just wanted to have a peek
At the world of warmth and zeal.

The lightening and fire,
Tried to radiate life into the frozen.
I felt something I had never before; a beat.
The heat was melting the pete
It was enjoyable; I could feel a smile on my face
But was it what I wanted?

I liked that now I had a beat,
But I never had one before.
Was it still me
Or was it…


The fire enjoyed my presence
But for the first time I could see
For once
From blue she had turned red
I had to look ahead.

To my valley I returned
I could see that even ice had burnt.
In my cave, cold and dark
I could see,
That no one could.
Me they scolded
But I sat with my cards folded.
I needed them to bark
So I could become the crystal
And extinguish the spark.

I shed no tears or made any shrines.
Ever story needs a villain
Let me of mine.