Paloma's pity poem

There is one I pity most,
A troll I know, sometimes morose
But inside his cynicism is a burning light
That light burns bright, his will to fight
To protect his own from the combat zone
I know he'd give his all.

His body fails his strongest mind - sometimes I fear he is confined.
But his thinkpan I can get behind, his thoughts are one of a kind.

I pity you
And everything you do.