The Eccendentesiast

He wasn't what he showed
He had the eyes of a lycan
and the spirit of an eagle.
He wasn't like most men.
There was a hue of sadness in his eyes
and his words were sophisticated.
I wasn't used to these kind of men
but I wanted to know him.
And when I finally caught a glimpse of him,
from what he let me see,
he was silently hurting,
But never showing.
What he really felt,
only he, himself, knew.
He had that smile
that made him seem
like a god.