When you are told that you are going to a new place called school you feel excited and joyful as you will meet new friends and do new things.

When you go you realize the dark truth of it, the children are cruel as they make their sickening jokes about who, you that’s who. About your body type your face or your blood that flow through your veins.

You cry and you ask for help from any person who is there but it only puts a temporary band-aid on the situation as it fades fast and you learn that the only way to make it stop is tact and action because tears don’t solve anything only fists do.

It clicks as you think about your situation that it is the first battle in your life that you have to fight with tooth and nail! They will only back down when you breathe fire as it will scald and burn their flesh.

As you crush their leaders beneath your boots the rest scatter to the winds. When the rain comes and washes the blood from the stone they comeback and befriend you but secretly they fear you.

Time passes and youth fades, friends come and go. Your slowly becoming a man, your tastes change the things you liked seem small and a little joke that makes you remember sweet memories. Then life’s biggest challenge comes into light LOVE.

Trying to scramble as it comes rocketing towards you. Fact is you don’t have a perfect body that everyone wants, Abs, Skinny, Muscular, No you’re perfect to yourself in the mirror acne, small scraggly hairs on your face, Kind of chunky, so you’re not a magazine model who cares. You have a good heart a great sense of humour and you’re always happy. Who wouldn’t you?

High school then comes around and they say it will be the time of your life. Liars they say that a lot of people hook up and are happy maybe you’ll find someone there that will give you a chance. Time of course passes and friends come and go. Still you haven’t got date but someone will come around right? Well your wrong again (you weren’t exactly strong in that department). Then grade 11 rolls in and you see a new girl that you haven’t seen

Maybe just maybe if you play your cards right there is chances that she’ll go out with you well guess what your right she says yes.

But then you find out that she was not what you thought she was, she is cold and manipulative and she has ruined your reputation as a stand up guy because of some miss understanding and used you as a fiddle. With broken heart and tears in your eyes. Dances, Semi formals, and Prom all pass by and you don’t feel like attending because your still in pain and unfeeling.

Slowly you’re once bright and beautiful blue eyes have faded to a permanent Smokey steel gray colour and you no longer care. You remember the lesson that your first social day at school as taught you tears are for the weak and dying, Compassion for the beautiful. You follow the values life has taught you Truth, Courage, Honour, Fidelity, Discipline, Hospitality Self reliance, Industriousness and Perseverance. The last tear falls from your eye and fades into the earth.

Hard work is the only thing you need as you slowly carve each sliver of wood to craft useful items, as you plod the fields with your strong back with the hoe, well you drag ragged stones from the field with calloused and rugged hands. You no longer feel alive you feel as dead as the grave a lifeless machine that does pointless tasks.

Sinking deeper and deeper into a bottomless dark pit that is your life. The ones you love are dying and fading away yet you don’t shed a single tear because your heart is stone. You wear a suit of steel and you don your new face of iron. You go and people say to smile and keep your chin up and you reply why should keep my chin up to wait for you or someone else to kick me in the face. People ask you why you don’t love you say because violence, chaos and destruction are all I know!

You are now old and slowly passing into death’s warm dark embrace knowing as no one is there to comfort your passing with your last bits of strength you grab all that you cherished in life and climb to a cliff that no one visits. Carefully hiding your tracks so nobody will disturb you. With your tools you slowly and carelessly carve a tomb for yourself, you gather stone and build a throne. You cover the opening and slowly walk to your throne of frosted stone.

Sitting upon it you remember you life and begin to cry and howling that all you wanted was a loving caress on you cheek and someone to love but you have no family no more loved ones no more friends they have either moved or their bones are dust. You quest to find something worth wild is done your hunger for someone to be there with you has driven you mad. The only sense of touch you know is stone, steel and ice.

Death walking up to you as you chant in dark realization “ Upon the throne of stone I sit My heart is ice and dead of flesh I have become what I forever feared I have become the monster and I am forever dead to the world only knows as Lord of Stone.

I say to him ”Rest dark prince of war your time has come and go you fought hard all your life and only asked for one thing but no one ever give you the chance to make them smile and you have passed. Dead up top into dreary cavern sitting upon a throne made from earth’s bones where your hollow voice still chants it’s dark and damning poem."