User blog:ThisIsXenon/Xenon's backstory -- in poetry form

Purple haired newborn,

cradled in his mother’s arms, 

said to be marked by the gods.

“My son, oh my son, 

You're destined for great things.”

Purple haired five-year-old,

War begins, he's scared as

The planes roar over the skies.

His mother days not to fear, but 

he's not too young to hear her worry.

Purple haired thirteen-year-old,

He and his family with the rebels,

He's the first one out as the bombs rain down,

He's the only one left, his childhood

Buried under hellfire.

Purple haired seventeen-year-old,

Working for the rebels, prodigy in 

'''the lab, going to Make. A. Difference.,'''

happy with his lover, says he's the light of his life, 

You've never seen two people like this.

Purple haired twentysomething,

Clouded eyes, hunched shoulders, 

Tears seeping into the pillow.

Once lover now jailor keeping him under, 

'''No one can or will stop it. '''

Purple haired middle twenties,

Rebel base captured, all his work destroyed

Council prisons somehow better than the

'''Situation before. Still, his cellmate has to wake '''

Him from what's followed him in his sleep.

Purple haired twenty-seven-year-old,

Sets a bomb to free rebels imprisoned.

Cellmate promises to remember him.

He stays behind to set the fuse.

He's blown to bits just like his parents.

Purple haired immortal,

Hiding in his workshop, pretending life

Is normal, ignoring the fact that it's been 

Several millennia since he saw the sun.

Someone has to get him out of there.