Hidden Majesty

He's elegant, even if he's wears no crown. He's mysterious wrapped up in trouble. Though he seems cast by shadows, haunted by his demons. He's a lion heart, a lone wolf that follows the moons call. A warrior bred from waters of his adversities. His spirit is fire, his will forged from steel. You won't find him dazzling like a chandelier. He's the quietness of the night, a painter's blend of midnight blue and black. He's the predator that moves in the shadows, Like the panther stalking it's unwary prey. There's thunder in his gaze And whiskey in his voice. He's breath taking like the night sky. But he doesn't know it. For his beauty is hidden from all but her. The one whose soul is mashed with art, Whose sight beholds diamonds in his scars, And stardust from his ashes. A tortured poet, A kindred soul.