The Saint


Yours truly says:

As strange as strange itself.

Enigmatic as enigma itself.

Fearsome as fear itself.

And wondrous as wonder itself.


I know someone, the same as above.

Who looks through shielded eyes.

His words a book, an invaluable one.

When we speak I sound philosophical.

The purpose of meeting seems unknown to most.

But I know we gain mutually.


A saint like name and saint like deeds.

A dark one I may add.

I know its praiseworthy to write this down.

I won’t lose it to modesty.

Sometimes you have to be egregious.

The saint told me so.