He was mysterious,

Always lurking in the woods,

With one secret,

Or another.

He never showed his face,

Always a hood,

Covering all his,

Features and fears.

He didn’t have a personality,

Instead,

He had a dark heart,

And a passion to hide his feelings.

Even though I was his best friend,

For so long,

He would still hide away in the woods,

Never to be found.

He used to be great,

And kind,

But something grew over him,

Making him dark and depressing.

If only he would listen…

All I want for him is to listen…

I have so much to say…