Eyes shimmering with gold;
Many truths they must withhold.
Skin russet like autumn leaves;
Many lies they will believe.
Hair mottled with shadows —
The Darkness that willows.
Reflexes quick with strength,
They must have gone great length.
Perfection so compellling;
Features sharp with beauty;
A single teardrop — when did it fall?
Is this human god mortal, after all?
Many truths they must withhold.
Skin russet like autumn leaves;
Many lies they will believe.
Hair mottled with shadows —
The Darkness that willows.
Reflexes quick with strength,
They must have gone great length.
Perfection so compellling;
Features sharp with beauty;
A single teardrop — when did it fall?
Is this human god mortal, after all?
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