Black curls cover his head
His pale skin, white as snow
To many he looks scary and dead
but little do they know.
That man is a fire!
A burning bright blaze of curiosity!
A man of very little desire
And an ocean of generosity!
A pure genius, a master of the art!
The days he casts away helping amazes!
And it warms the heart,
As his own heart burns and blazes!
He is truly remarkable!
One of a kind!
For no amount of hate is capable
Of harming a soul of this kind!
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Just a short poem about one of my original characters