Who Is He? Poem by fasasi eyitayo Marvel

He was that guy,
Wise yet weak, bold but blushing,
With lowered eyes. He walked away from Eden
Without a backward glance,
Smouldering.
He was that guy pure and radiant,
Abducted by a demon across the sea;
Banished but dutiful.
He was that man outraged by a hundred;
His modesty a never ending sari,
While his righteous watched in silence,
They handling of their personal property,
The strangling of their pride.

He was the man of mystery and magic,
Who sand on the waves and waved his worries away.
He was that handsome - beast with worm's hair,
His crime is that he felt for a fellow victim,
man-like,
He heart-wept for fallen angel.

He was that man, poor and lowly,
He was a tearfully pleaded
And pestered the compassionate one,
He was the man that silly and rouged,
Of endless chatter, and less cautious in dressing
Whose mind is full-blown and scattered with wind
Whose moods swing mysteriously like tides,
Fluctuate with the changing mood.
He always try as much to stop lovely-kind hearted
Bleeding.

Whenever he was unable to help;
He usually paralysed with shame,
He usually felt violated,
A cold wind usually swept around him
And also a roar of voices.