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nigmaAlone, he stands,
his arms crossed
as his cape flutters
behind him.
He stares
out into the
distance with
dark garnet eyes
that hold
a world of
secrets and power,
the two cold,
dark windows
that hide
all emotion.
His face
is always
a mask
of concentration.
He stands tall,
a dark,
intimidating green
enigma;
a puzzle
that no one can solve.
His intense silence
can be deafening.
His cold stare
can give a person chills.
He can kill
in the blink of an eye.
And yet,
deep beneath
the dark
storm clouds
around his heart,
there is love
waiting
to be set free.
