Hey all!!!

This is the third chapter of my first fic ever. I never expected to have any response for the fic when it was first made, but fortunately, I got the response much later, which made me really happy. Thanks a lot to everyone who reviewed, and I am glad to tell you all that this chapter is written based on your support and encouragement. Love you all!!!

THIS CHAPTER IS GRATEFULLY DEDICATED TO:-

1. Shadow-wind auror: Thanks a lot!!! You've been the first reviewer for both the chapters.

2. Bloodoftheangels: Glad you liked the poem. Thanks a lot!!!

3. Dimension guardian: I didn't stop writing and I don't intend to. That is, unless I have a writer's block, which should be sometime far, 'cause I have a lot of stuff to be worked on now, though not yet introduced to Thanks a million!!!

4. AngelofElements: Thankfully thank you, because you thankfully need to be thanked!!! XD You're the best, AngelofElements!!!

5. oOo I shall rule the world oOo bow down before me oOo: You're such a great critic and friend. Thanks a lot, and I mean a lot!!!

P.S. I'm not sure of the psychological analysis of the character, so if it's not the same as what it has to be, just think of the poem to be something poetic and don't flame me about it, because I really don't give a damn about flames, and they don't mean anything more than trash to me. I very much welcome reviews (positive or negative) and constructive criticism. I just don't want people insulting me, or I might end up publicly embarrassing them, and badly, being the badass that I somehow am.

Disclaimer: I do not own HunterXHunter or any of its characters. I just own the poem.

Okay, now on with the chapter...

Seemingly pure angelic innocence...

Transparency...

Composure kept firm...

Serene self-possession...

The scent of wisdom wanders through the graceful soul,

Like the fragrant breeze invades the seashore...

Exquisite magnificence,

Reveals through the ivory skin...

The shades of royalty caressing the lithe figurine...

Amidst all the calm beauty,

A warm tear descends down the soft cheek,

Releasing the pressure...

Easing the pain...

Setting free the hidden soul...

Relieving the unrelieved tension...

The tear falls to the ground...

Lithe fingers dry the wet cheeks...

Quick faint sobs can be heard...

And a cough to regain the placid tone...

Lest someone might come by,

And behold the strong self collapse...

Why couldn't he cry?

What forces him to be firm,

When he needs a shoulder to cry on?

Then he realized it was fate...

Fate was what destined him

To always hide what he truly feels...

It had never been so easy,

And never will it be...

So he just sighed,

And dried his tears once more...

Leaving the whole place behind...

And the tear that fell to the ground...

Its warmth still not evanescing...

Its glow shall remain bright on the ground forever...

Giving the slightest scent of life

To the stone floor...

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A/N: Okay. So how do you people like this one? Is it the same quality as the others? Is it better or worse? Am I improving or not? Is the psychological analysis right or wrong? I really don't know that part, so I'm counting on you people to tell me. I really hope you like it, but I think I will be having a writer's block regarding this fic. I just don't know who's gonna be next. I think you all can help. So until I update this fic or "The Bleeding Conscience", Ciao!!!