painteddevil

You look at us and cower, not knowing who we are.
Shall I tell you?
Are you sure you want to know?
We are the Guardian Devils.
We do not offer our protection to just anyone,
You must seek us out,
Look past out visage,
And forge a frendship with us.
We are quiet,
Brooding,
And brutal.
We are chivalrous,
Honorable,
And loyal.
We are sword wielders,
Warrior-Poets,
Repositories of great wisdom.
We are enigmas,
Crazy people,
Oddballs,
Living canvases,
And Human pincushions.
We are the silent monsters that stand behind those we call our family.
And woe be to those that threten that family.
We are fast to fight,
But faster to laughter.
We dance when no one is looking,
And croak out songs that seem plesent to only a few.
We may smoke like chimneys,
Drink like fish,
Eat like pigs,
Or act like dogs.
To some we are evil,
to others we are outcasts.
But to many,
We are friends,
Brothers,
And Kindred spirits.
We are the ones that see all and hear all,
Yet we speak not a word.
Content to sit back and take in all that goes on around us.
We watch over the ones we love,
With a vigilance no mortal can ever under stand,
And we will defend them with a ferocity that no beast can match.
We are young in body,
Yet old before our time,
And wise beyond our years.
Some call us devils.
Perhaps we are.
So what?