Like icy plains, his eyes are dead
His mind is numb, his heart is lead
"I show no compassion," was all that he said
Eyes glist'ng with tears to never be shed.
His gaze is the color of winter skies
Life is frozen inside his eyes
"I have no compassion." Conversation he shys
Denying his pain, and living in lies.
His demeanor is dark, and equally cold
He pushes by all, both the meek and the bold
"I feel no compassion," to her he told
Though the heart in his chest was fragile and old.
But wost by far is his inner side
Ravaged by the pain of his injured pride
"I don't need compassion." He quietly sighed
And in her embrace, he finally cried.