Dremontent
He's now 17
a marvelous age
no hint does remain
of the anguishing cage
A year of much worry
from one who knew not
The cause or condition of
his depressive onslaught
Mayhap some would claim
my third person view
Could never quite capture
the fleeting emotions that flew
So 'oft cross his face
in the realm of a hall
Not meant to be noticed
blending into the wall
By now that has passed
he walks with an air
That fairly screams pride
in and out of his care