Jafar

He looks into the mirror And sees a dying man. He looks upon a man of shame, Of torture and disdain. He sees a man that knew no joy Until Aladdin came. Every night he dreams of life By Prince Ali's side, But every morning wakes to find His dreams were all a lie. For Jafar was lost inside his head Longing for his prince, And when he came at last He felt once more The torture of his shame. Expectedly, Aladdin fell In love with a princess. But such loves do not last, And so Jafar waited. He waited for his prince to come And lasted long he did But when Aladdin did not come He took to violence To silence Jasmine For her time with the prince Was long overdrawn. Or at least so Jafar thought: Her last breath had to be caught. A simple poison made it so, Aladdin was disdraught. Jafar told him, “Life Works in wondrous ways.” But his case was not bought. Instead, his days were spent In search of revenge Of the man who had Forced fate’s fingers To spell out His poor Jasmine’s death. Jafar grew weary, More nervous each day, The fear of discovery Lay torment on his brain. The shame of guilt, Of his act of love Brought forth the feelings That caused the horrid crime. He then came to know How foolish he’d been To think he could love him. But he could do Nothing but dream Of his beautiful prince Ali.