The One eyed Pinata

As he stood by the piñata
Not realizing it to be a target
A foolish boy of seven
Ignorous of the fact that
A blindfolded birthday rat
Approached him tither

A strike in the side of the head
Spelled doom to the little boy
For from that day on
He came to be known …as
The one eyed piñata

A lonely boy at fourteen
Did he pick up his first bow
Realizing a destiny
For he would now come to be known
As the greatest most accurate archer that lived
The one eyed piñata

The king soon heard of his prowess
The one eyed piñata’s fame had spread
Summoned him soon to his court
And ordered him to join his special aide
With his new and shiny title
The one eyed assasin

Wise men said it had been a boon that
The little boy years ago
Had traded an eye for his heightened sense of accuracy
But to him twas still a burden
For he did not like killing
The innocent for the black king

As he journeyed through the forest
In search of a one eyed monster
That the king had heard of
And demanded for his amusement
He came upon a stream as beautiful as could be

By the banks he sat to ponder
Why was he not brave enough to end it all
Was he scared of the almighty
Or was this really his destiny
All the bloodshed and apparent sycophancy that is

That was when he saw
A beautiful girl with a pot
Little did he realize
Her half burnt face had made her an outcast
For all that his one good eye could see
Was the half that was not

He was instantly in love
But having no confidence in himself
He started to slither away
Hoping not to be heard or seen
When he heard her cry out thee

He could not stand the tears pour down her cheeks
He leapt up and went to thee
Why do you cry oh fair maiden
Let the one eyed assassin solve thy problem

She looked at him in awe
And said meekly.. it is you that makes me cry
The way you slithered upon gazing my ugly face
I have borne such a fate since that fateful day
When in saving my little sister from a fire
Did my face did my face..

And thus breaking down
To much the amazement of the one eyed assassin
Did she start crying again
The assassin twisted his head all the way
Even then all he could see was traces of what she talked of
He told her so through his heart
Making her happy as a tot


It was then he relised
Destiny and fate had played no trick upon him
Here he had come across
A tortured soul as himself
But in each other they could find a happiness
That not could be found in the house
Of the greatest kings and queens