Created: January 12, 2023, 15:45 pm

Mestailfy Ikeme, a prince so Young,
With piercing eyes and melancholy hung,
In Yonforge Kingdom, he grew up stong,
Yet struggled with demons that felt so wrong.

His love for poetry was a burning flame,
A passion for the outdoors, a longing to reclaim,
But the pressure of his role weighed him down,
As anxiety and depression wore a frown.

Lilith and Destuca, his constant stalkers,
Whispered cruel things, Like wicked talkers,
But Mestailfy kept all to himself,
Afraid of the consequences if he asked for help.

With Ganku and Cara, his siblings dear,
And parents Vental and Resha, always near,
He found solace in their love and support,
A beacon of hope that he'd never abort.

His poems, like a ray of light,
Shone bright amidst the darkness night,
And though he battled with his fears,
He remained kind, despite the tears.

Mestailfy Ikeme, a prince of heart,
Refused to let his demons tear him apart,
For he knew that love would always win,
A shining star that would never dim.

I used to think my mind was my fortress, impenetrable and secure.
But then came Lilith and Destuca, two minds in one body,
and they shattered my defenses with ease.