[One Piece] Feathered Dragon (Doflamingo poem)

Born among dragons
to suffer amid men
which were the odds
of surviving back then?

You never showed tears
concealed behind shades
yet you wept on that day
under their vengeful stares.

A helpless, frail body
you were but a child—
maybe nasty, misguided
but still an innocent life.

Yet they harmed and mocked—
their frustration and sadness
and pent-up hate for your kind
all misdirected at you—Why?

Why living like them, if people
are all the same? Why giving up
on power, if they harm and slay
and abuse as well? Why, Father?

Your Brother was weak—or so
you believed—he didn't protest
but accepted everything, while
a voice in you cried, "FIGHT BACK!"

A proud, strong will to always abide
a force within you to rise 'n shine
above all those fools who did dare
to make YOU shake and cry in pain.

"I won't die," you screamed, "whatever you do,
"I will survive and find the very last one of you!"
And then you would kill them, they deserved it
since they had all disdained a celestial being.

Beguiled and beaten, almost starving
among trash; your Mother's gone—did
you care for her? Or were your feelings
already buried beneath layers of hate?

No kindness, nor pity, nor sympathy
left in such a young boy who had just seen
how quick human beings are on the uptake
of revenge—then, misled, you did a mistake.

Blinded by hatred and frustration
on that day you decided; you would
murder your Father for the gods
in the sky. However, they're scared, and...

They hunted you down, went for the kill
for you knew too much of their secret ills,
and flurried people—yes, people like them
back then you realized, deities do not exist.

That not openly admitting
'cause you are still posing
as one, but if you have some
qualities then smarts are your chums.

Your emotions, instead, you rarely show
so your very Brother deemed there were
no more—but is that the truth? Then why do
you wake up in agony, keep people around you?

Most you would sacrifice for your greatest goals
but sometimes you wonder if it is even worth
losing yet one more member of your Family
yet one more tried person, a trusted entity.

Do you still get nightmares of those darned days?
Of your cursed childhood, of such dark memories?
Did you ever regret killing your own blood twice?
Your ambition is strong, you never wavered, and yet...

How long will it last? Immortality was at reach; you
lost it, too... Are you afraid to fall and finally break?
Or do you believe that death does not deserve you?
If you could find peace, you'd actually smile as he did.

Your Brother's betrayal is still vivid in your mind
like a blade piercing through your hardened rind
made of strings that are cutting your own sanity
and dragging you down into even more misery.

And now a destined foe, a "D"
whom your Brother had saved
is facing you claiming they'd surely pull
the trigger (he was too kind to do so).

(Will he ever be silent beyond
that blanket of red-stained snow?)
Underneath glass feathers
dwells a ravelled soul.