Still waters may indeed run deep
But Steel wanders ever deeper.
Many have fallen in quest noble
Some more notable,
To pierce and glimpse his iron core.
They should just stop and listen.
He is cold to first embrace,
But will not easily discard
What warmth upon him is bestowed.
He will cling and radiate with it.
Slow to reach boiling
For he knows better than any
The scorch of his molten rage poured out.
So in reclusion he will cool
Away from smoking earth and blood,
Away from inciting more harm.
His tongue is tipped on double edge
This he has learned very well.
Skilled in duels of love and war,
Its strike fast, sharp and without remorse.
For this he remains ever ‘en guard’
Lest they are pierced, those close to heart.
His breadth smooth to the caress
But his edge on careless flesh
Will split and tear.
In ignorant banter his serrated jaw
May part bone from bone.
His luster soothes and eases the heart
This same luster that glows in crimson sweat
Triumphant in the wake of his massacre.
His place is out
In fields and plains
Where conflict and battle
Is all that reigns.
He is without a sheath
Without a home,
He is a tool borne for purpose
That is all he must know.
Strength must he become,
Never yielding, never breaking.
His utmost offering being the self,
Always quick to be thrust
Against arrow, spear and blade alike.
Though his is the birthright of offence
He forsakes it all to protect.
He wears those wounds and pain
With glory and dedication
This is all he has known.
None know how deep
Those hollow-plated scars
Stretch beneath his armored smile.
He is strong,
He always smiles,
He is there when you need him,
He will make a plan,
HE WILL FIX IT!
This is all they need to know!