He watches all, safe with in his darkened solitude.
From here he sees those who wander about him .
Among them his gaze lands on those who would be flowers, of perfect bloom.
Threatened by the light, he stays, hidden with in the black,
Had he the courage but to smell the blossoms.
But alas,
Safety is comfort,
And so he stays.
Wrapped in his impenetrable armor no one can touch him,
Yet it is this armor that stays his touch.
As usual this one is untitled and if you gracious people who read this and are not yet tired of my rambleings wish to suggest something i shall take it under advisement but untill then for your enjoyment
Navre……