Wandering Through Poetry

Seven: To Where Shady He Resides

to where shady he resides,
and so his foggy name dwells.
the rhythm of his device,
haven, he calls it a place.
one who waters the well,
him whose anguish lie,
of shadiness him sorrow keep.
for his pain, he no longer cry,
he may or may not.
he's out of the blue, I say,
but his presence never go,
call him once, split he'll show.
one so good never defeated,
driven like Hades; him own rules.
own his, solely digging tunnels,
and to where he ends depleted.
mind him, his consciousness,
listening, he wears it on sleeve.
show face barely seen care,
but to fragility of his inside,
depths of cover unable flaunt.
now, tell I of he as he is.
giggle, laugh, let's see,
harmony may it seem,
feud and war insane nuts,
battle of isolation his gaze,
shady he resides, comes him back.